Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
Rio smiles. "But it's really nice that you care enough to notice such a thing and point it out."
"Ah, a Renaissance man." Thirteen bows in kind.
"..." Rio nods, looking down.
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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 humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
Rio smiles. "But it's really nice that you care enough to notice such a thing and point it out."
"Ah, a Renaissance man." Thirteen bows in kind.
"..." Rio nods, looking down.
"I see things between the lines, body signals, emotions, words, facial expression.." he responds, shrugging.
He laughs a bit "I suppose thank you, are you familiar with the such?"
She lays her head down in his lap, curling back up with her knees to her chest.
"of course. So, how did you come to be in this town?"
"Yeah, thanks..."
“I moved here from northeastern lands and chose to stay, for there are many things to improve.”
Rio puts an arm around him and smiles reassuringly.
"A noble pursuit. I came here because I answered the call of my sister."
"Please dont touch me... I can't handle contact right now..." he says, scooting further away.
“Your sister?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He slides away.
"Yuki. She asked me to come run this quarter of this mini town."
"It's fine..." he says, sniffling and rubbing his arm.
“Yuki?”
“Okay. Just know that I wasn’t kidding. Anything you need to tell me, just tell me.”
"She runs the Aspen Cafe... She's hard to miss, She's the Mink Winter God, and also, a giant polar bear."
"If I wasn't trying to get sobre, I wouldn't care if he killed me..." he says under his breath.
“I hadn’t heard of such a place. Interesting. What do you mean by mink?”
“Don’t say that. You can do so much with your life. All you have to do is find a healthy way to deal with the pain.”
"It's a common term for Animal People. I am a fox, but I walk, talk, and think like a human."
"That's why I'm trying... But I don't know what to do... I've never... wanted something so bad that I wasn't able to just... buy with money, or give myself away for..."
"Oh. I had never heard such a term. Nothing I have read refers to such beings as separate from other humanoids."
"And what's that?"
"Well, it's like how theirs Orcs, and Dwarves... Elves. Mink."
"Not telling..." he says, huffing and pouting like a child. He's clearly got some issues.
"I see." They nod.
"Well... just know that I'm someone that you can trust in regard to needing to talk to people. I'm here for you however I can be."
"What else could we talk about?... Hmmm..."
"It's whatever, I know you're not stupid.. I like you, but its just my stupid attachment issues."
"Tell me more about yourself, if you'd like to."
"Your issues are NOT stupid. You've been through some horrendous stuff. And your feelings in that regard shouldn't be invalidated."
"Well, Dad made us. Me and my brother, and two sisters, I mean to say. When we were born, He told us that we would reflect his image, gods. Quadrupelets representing the four seasons."
"But it is stupid... I know I cant have you, so I shouldn't want you..." his claws dig into his arms, breaking skin.
"You are spirits of seasons. So by father, you refer to the One?"
"Well, yes, but you can't just push those feelings down and ignore them. You need to find a way to reconcile with them and move past them. Also, if you need to grab something, grab the table. I don't want you to be hurt."
"Yes, I mean Him. He's a good man. Though, I don't know I always like being Autumn Domain."
"I don't know how to deal with this [GP] on my own..." he says, beginning to tear. "I've always just done drugs..."
"Autumn is lovely. My personal favorite season, though spring is quite close."
"Hey, hey..." Rio begins to put out a hand instinctively but remembers and pulls it away. "I'm here to help with this stuff as best I can. That's why I'm here."
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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.
The odd, supernatural chill is still wishing around the tavern. Some patrons swear they can hear a giggle, or see a bow out of the corner of their eye. Sha’dia hasn’t been seen in a few days, the door to her room is locked and the doorknob is cold to the touch.
Yuki, concerned for their health, slips into the room unnoticed, looking for any sign of them.
Sha’dia is sprawled out on the bed, each heavy breath sending a cloud of fog in the cold room. Her midsection is wrapped in bandages packed with snow.
"Oh, dearie me... You must be Dia, aren't you?" she frowns, kneeling beside the bed. "Dragon attack looks like this, huh?"
through the gaps in the bandages, you can see a long, jagged scar, marked by fangs. However, the scar almost looks like it’s made of frost, intricate patterns of ice woven together loose enough that you can see the bedsheets underneath
"Let me try this..." she says, hovering a paw an inch above the cut. She tries to manipulate the flesh and ice to close up.
The cut closes up, leaving sha’dia healed. Mostly. It seems that her entire midsection is of ghostly nature now. *I brought her to a one shot and she got bit in half now she’s sorta undead with a ghosty bit*
Boink
She wipes her brow, exhaling in relief. "Well, you'll live it seems..."
She remains asleep, but Emma poofs into existence with an armful of snow. “Oh! You’re here!”
*bonq*
"Hey, Emma.. I Came to check on Dia. the wound was worse than expected."
“Oh that? You should have seen what she looked like before I got to her!” She giggles. “She was in two pieces!”
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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 humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
Rio smiles. "But it's really nice that you care enough to notice such a thing and point it out."
"Ah, a Renaissance man." Thirteen bows in kind.
"..." Rio nods, looking down.
"I see things between the lines, body signals, emotions, words, facial expression.." he responds, shrugging.
He laughs a bit "I suppose thank you, are you familiar with the such?"
She lays her head down in his lap, curling back up with her knees to her chest.
“Cool. I’m decent with that stuff, but you’re better.”
“Certainly. I have ventured among the stars myself.”
He smiles faintly and leans back a little.
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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.
"So, you helped her before I did, huh? Well, she's in One Piece now. Might be a bit before she wakes up though"
*I'm sorry, not sorry, it had to be done.*
*itsok* ”She’ll pull through. She’s done it before” Emma points at another shimmery ghosty bit, this time between sha-dia’s ears. “Axe to the head” and another, a spot on her chest “arrow” and finally, to an unnatural bend in her tail “avalanche”
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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)
"of course. So, how did you come to be in this town?"
"Yeah, thanks..."
“I moved here from northeastern lands and chose to stay, for there are many things to improve.”
Rio puts an arm around him and smiles reassuringly.
"A noble pursuit. I came here because I answered the call of my sister."
"Please dont touch me... I can't handle contact right now..." he says, scooting further away.
“Your sister?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He slides away.
"Yuki. She asked me to come run this quarter of this mini town."
"It's fine..." he says, sniffling and rubbing his arm.
“Yuki?”
“Okay. Just know that I wasn’t kidding. Anything you need to tell me, just tell me.”
"She runs the Aspen Cafe... She's hard to miss, She's the Mink Winter God, and also, a giant polar bear."
"If I wasn't trying to get sobre, I wouldn't care if he killed me..." he says under his breath.
“I hadn’t heard of such a place. Interesting. What do you mean by mink?”
“Don’t say that. You can do so much with your life. All you have to do is find a healthy way to deal with the pain.”
"It's a common term for Animal People. I am a fox, but I walk, talk, and think like a human."
"That's why I'm trying... But I don't know what to do... I've never... wanted something so bad that I wasn't able to just... buy with money, or give myself away for..."
"Oh. I had never heard such a term. Nothing I have read refers to such beings as separate from other humanoids."
"And what's that?"
"Well, it's like how theirs Orcs, and Dwarves... Elves. Mink."
"Not telling..." he says, huffing and pouting like a child. He's clearly got some issues.
"I see." They nod.
"Well... just know that I'm someone that you can trust in regard to needing to talk to people. I'm here for you however I can be."
"What else could we talk about?... Hmmm..."
"It's whatever, I know you're not stupid.. I like you, but its just my stupid attachment issues."
"Tell me more about yourself, if you'd like to."
"Your issues are NOT stupid. You've been through some horrendous stuff. And your feelings in that regard shouldn't be invalidated."
"Well, Dad made us. Me and my brother, and two sisters, I mean to say. When we were born, He told us that we would reflect his image, gods. Quadrupelets representing the four seasons."
"But it is stupid... I know I cant have you, so I shouldn't want you..." his claws dig into his arms, breaking skin.
"You are spirits of seasons. So by father, you refer to the One?"
"Well, yes, but you can't just push those feelings down and ignore them. You need to find a way to reconcile with them and move past them. Also, if you need to grab something, grab the table. I don't want you to be hurt."
"Yes, I mean Him. He's a good man. Though, I don't know I always like being Autumn Domain."
"I don't know how to deal with this [GP] on my own..." he says, beginning to tear. "I've always just done drugs..."
"Autumn is lovely. My personal favorite season, though spring is quite close."
"Hey, hey..." Rio begins to put out a hand instinctively but remembers and pulls it away. "I'm here to help with this stuff as best I can. That's why I'm here."
"I enjoy it, but I cant help but wonder what would have been."
his claws dig in deeper. "I'm a mess... I'm sorry, I dragged you into this..."
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t apologize. I want to offer my help however I can.”
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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.
A tabaxi rides into town on the back of a cart, tossing the driver a silver piece when they enter town. Their fur is gray with patches of white on their faces dipping down under their coat. They have large green eyes that look around curiousl.. they wear a set of leather armor under a black cloak, with several small shiny trinkets hanging off their belt
"Oh! That's... interesting. How come you can't change yours?"
"Well, Dad, he's, Him, y'know?" he points up to the sky. He takes another sip of tea. "He planned what we would do, and what we would be. To a certain extent. Me, Yuki, Sicho, Gibby. Qaudrupelets, Animal People representing the seasons."
"Then I definitely do not want the Spring or Summer domain. I have a hard enough time accounting for myself. Honestly, this whole godhood thing sounds like a crappy gig. All this power to do... what?"
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
Rio smiles. "But it's really nice that you care enough to notice such a thing and point it out."
"Ah, a Renaissance man." Thirteen bows in kind.
"..." Rio nods, looking down.
"I see things between the lines, body signals, emotions, words, facial expression.." he responds, shrugging.
He laughs a bit "I suppose thank you, are you familiar with the such?"
She lays her head down in his lap, curling back up with her knees to her chest.
“Cool. I’m decent with that stuff, but you’re better.”
“Certainly. I have ventured among the stars myself.”
He smiles faintly and leans back a little.
"Not entirely. I am as decent with it all as I can be. But many people have different levels and spots where they are." He explains.
"Interesting. I have not been back in awhile. I live the universe and it's galaxies, nebulas, and stellar systems."
She stays like that for a bit before sitting up and tying back her golden hair.
"Hm.. maybe I'm just thinking things then." He shrugs.
"I am Angél. I am a chef, a astronomer, and a painter." He bows.
"It's fine... Not your fault." She pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, exhaling smoke.
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 took my meds an I think I'm good to go :]*
*does anyone wanna rp?*
Rio smiles. "But it's really nice that you care enough to notice such a thing and point it out."
"Ah, a Renaissance man." Thirteen bows in kind.
"..." Rio nods, looking down.
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 see things between the lines, body signals, emotions, words, facial expression.." he responds, shrugging.
He laughs a bit "I suppose thank you, are you familiar with the such?"
She lays her head down in his lap, curling back up with her knees to her chest.
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
"Autumn is lovely. My personal favorite season, though spring is quite close."
"Hey, hey..." Rio begins to put out a hand instinctively but remembers and pulls it away. "I'm here to help with this stuff as best I can. That's why I'm here."
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 that? You should have seen what she looked like before I got to her!” She giggles. “She was in two pieces!”
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“Cool. I’m decent with that stuff, but you’re better.”
“Certainly. I have ventured among the stars myself.”
He smiles faintly and leans back a little.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*itsok*
”She’ll pull through. She’s done it before” Emma points at another shimmery ghosty bit, this time between sha-dia’s ears. “Axe to the head” and another, a spot on her chest “arrow” and finally, to an unnatural bend in her tail “avalanche”
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)
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t apologize. I want to offer my help however I can.”
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 made two critters*
*one is ready now, sooooo*
A tabaxi rides into town on the back of a cart, tossing the driver a silver piece when they enter town. Their fur is gray with patches of white on their faces dipping down under their coat. They have large green eyes that look around curiousl.. they wear a set of leather armor under a black cloak, with several small shiny trinkets hanging off their belt
"Then I definitely do not want the Spring or Summer domain. I have a hard enough time accounting for myself. Honestly, this whole godhood thing sounds like a crappy gig. All this power to do... what?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not entirely. I am as decent with it all as I can be. But many people have different levels and spots where they are." He explains.
"Interesting. I have not been back in awhile. I live the universe and it's galaxies, nebulas, and stellar systems."
She stays like that for a bit before sitting up and tying back her golden hair.
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
*salem cut*
"And if you could choose, what would you pick?"
"Well, stuff like this can never be fully fixed, but it can be worked through. And you can't do that without support."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.