*Tim's dad and one other character for Felix to interact with.*
*Of course,*
Tim’s father is still looking for Tim, his lab cloak billowing in the wind, his shades hiding his eyes, his face a blank slate.
Merabelle is working in Samaritan’s restaurant, a smile plastered on her face as she sings and works, making meals for all who need them.
Franz is stalking him from behind a tree, his smile gone. He's not leaning around it, he's just standing there, half-covered by the wood. He hasn't even put on less vibrant clothes.
Felix joins in on the song as he enters. He's bigger than ever, and his clothes are a bit too small, revealing more of his now-golden fur than he would like.
*Tim's dad and one other character for Felix to interact with.*
*Of course,*
Tim’s father is still looking for Tim, his lab cloak billowing in the wind, his shades hiding his eyes, his face a blank slate.
Merabelle is working in Samaritan’s restaurant, a smile plastered on her face as she sings and works, making meals for all who need them.
Franz is stalking him from behind a tree, his smile gone. He's not leaning around it, he's just standing there, half-covered by the wood. He hasn't even put on less vibrant clothes.
Felix joins in on the song as he enters. He's bigger than ever, and his clothes are a bit too small, revealing more of his now-golden fur than he would like.
He pulls out something similar to a watch, looking down at it before humming to himself “Hmm, it seems the magic is beginning to grow. I suppose I should dismantle him soon then.” He begins walking.
She looks down to him, first surprised, than deeply happy, her smile growing more and more genuine. She picks him up and hugs him tightly, “Felix! Looks like yer finally hitting’ yer growth spurt!” She jokes.
*It decided to send before I could write anything.*
*What were you going to say? How are you? Other than tired.*
*Good so far. Got back from church awhile ago.*
*Im happy to hear that, I care ‘bout you and all that. Wanna rp?*
*F E E D. M E .*
*Whom would you like to be fed? If anyone particular.*
*I will take the Sparrow, the Merabelle, and the Grimes please. Oh, with extra sauce.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow is training with Shen, having become fast friends as they spar with each other. Both of them aren’t looking great, having been fighting for a while, though Sparrow looks better as he becomes a better fighter.
Merabelle is just outside of her cave, painting something on a canvas, sitting on a stool in her black overalls.
Grimes is working out to keep himself as fit as he can be, strong and lean, his fur keeping him warm even with the cold chilly air.
*I'm working on a very pathetic fiend that decided to become a wizard to offset his weaknesses. But until then,*
Felix is getting new clothes tailored. He's snacking on gold coins at the same time.
Franz is missing all the fingers from his heavily bandaged left hand. He doesn't seem all that upset about it, and is reading a magazine about modern teaching techniques in front of his trailer.
*I want to give him a hug and then throw him across a football field.*
Ichigo waits for himself outside, his armor holding his bugs in place so he doesn't have to try hard to hold a form.
Azabell wanders over, more like crawls, and sniffs his hand "What happened?"
Felix waves and waddles outside in his too-small clothes, pulled tight around his glutted and gilded body. "Hey, Ichi! How have you been?"
He puts down his magazine and pats Azabell with his remaining hand. "Nothing to worry about. They'll grow back."
*It decided to send before I could write anything.*
*What were you going to say? How are you? Other than tired.*
*Good so far. Got back from church awhile ago.*
*Im happy to hear that, I care ‘bout you and all that. Wanna rp?*
*F E E D. M E .*
*Whom would you like to be fed? If anyone particular.*
*I will take the Sparrow, the Merabelle, and the Grimes please. Oh, with extra sauce.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow is training with Shen, having become fast friends as they spar with each other. Both of them aren’t looking great, having been fighting for a while, though Sparrow looks better as he becomes a better fighter.
Merabelle is just outside of her cave, painting something on a canvas, sitting on a stool in her black overalls.
Grimes is working out to keep himself as fit as he can be, strong and lean, his fur keeping him warm even with the cold chilly air.
Stroth watches from where she sits under the trees with a particular mask sitting beside her. She admires him, his strength, his morals, everything about him is what she loves.
Samaritan walks over to her and waves "Hello there, good afternoon."
TH appears, crawling out of the shadows and fixing his cloak "Good Afternoon."
Franz is stalking him from behind a tree, his smile gone. He's not leaning around it, he's just standing there, half-covered by the wood. He hasn't even put on less vibrant clothes.
Felix joins in on the song as he enters. He's bigger than ever, and his clothes are a bit too small, revealing more of his now-golden fur than he would like.
He pulls out something similar to a watch, looking down at it before humming to himself “Hmm, it seems the magic is beginning to grow. I suppose I should dismantle him soon then.” He begins walking.
She looks down to him, first surprised, than deeply happy, her smile growing more and more genuine. She picks him up and hugs him tightly, “Felix! Looks like yer finally hitting’ yer growth spurt!” She jokes.
Franz drifts over to him, moving like a ghost. He whisper's in the man's ear. "Do not hurt Tim." Wisdom save, please. (Suggestion)
His body is obscenely heavy, as if he were made out of actual gold, and also incredibly soft. "Hey, Merebelle! Yeah, I've been growing for some reason. Not sure if it's a good or bad thing yet."
He gets socked in the nose, Shen teasing him for letting him get hit like that before taking an identical hit to his own. It really is a battle of strength against speed with Shen’s ability to dodge compare to Sparrow’s strength advantage.
She smiles to them, putting his paintbrush down “Hello there Samaritan, how’re ya doin’?”
He turns to them, finishing up another burpee before coming over to them, covered in sweat “Howdy my love.”
*Whom would you like to be fed? If anyone particular.*
*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
*I hab pills*
Franz is stalking him from behind a tree, his smile gone. He's not leaning around it, he's just standing there, half-covered by the wood. He hasn't even put on less vibrant clothes.
Felix joins in on the song as he enters. He's bigger than ever, and his clothes are a bit too small, revealing more of his now-golden fur than he would like.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I will take the Sparrow, the Merabelle, and the Grimes please. Oh, with extra sauce.*
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 feel like I should bring back Michelangelo and his travelling Theater. The people need a dad figure back in the scene.*
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
Lify looks around "Welp, back in hell..."
Basil paces around "Okay... just- don't die?"
Wind smiles "How do you do this?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He pulls out something similar to a watch, looking down at it before humming to himself “Hmm, it seems the magic is beginning to grow. I suppose I should dismantle him soon then.” He begins walking.
She looks down to him, first surprised, than deeply happy, her smile growing more and more genuine. She picks him up and hugs him tightly, “Felix! Looks like yer finally hitting’ yer growth spurt!” She jokes.
*If anyone wants to RP with me, I do have Circut (yes their name is a misspelling of a circuit. why? BC) available*
The protogen is wandering the woods near lords rest "Where... am I?..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Of course.*
Sparrow is training with Shen, having become fast friends as they spar with each other. Both of them aren’t looking great, having been fighting for a while, though Sparrow looks better as he becomes a better fighter.
Merabelle is just outside of her cave, painting something on a canvas, sitting on a stool in her black overalls.
Grimes is working out to keep himself as fit as he can be, strong and lean, his fur keeping him warm even with the cold chilly air.
Felix waves and waddles outside in his too-small clothes, pulled tight around his glutted and gilded body. "Hey, Ichi! How have you been?"
He puts down his magazine and pats Azabell with his remaining hand. "Nothing to worry about. They'll grow back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth watches from where she sits under the trees with a particular mask sitting beside her. She admires him, his strength, his morals, everything about him is what she loves.
Samaritan walks over to her and waves "Hello there, good afternoon."
TH appears, crawling out of the shadows and fixing his cloak "Good Afternoon."
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
*Got to go again for a little bit. Shouldn't be very long tho.*
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
*bye for now*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good morning, everyone!*
Omori is outside the Inn, practicing her cantrips still.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*blp*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hello*
Circut wanders around near the inn
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Franz drifts over to him, moving like a ghost. He whisper's in the man's ear. "Do not hurt Tim." Wisdom save, please. (Suggestion)
His body is obscenely heavy, as if he were made out of actual gold, and also incredibly soft. "Hey, Merebelle! Yeah, I've been growing for some reason. Not sure if it's a good or bad thing yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hmm, reminds me of home, a little too much.” He says, putting his hands in his hips.
“Only if you try not to worry ‘bout me, okay?”
“I used to dance all the time, guess I got good at it.”
*Cut for Wendi.*
He gets socked in the nose, Shen teasing him for letting him get hit like that before taking an identical hit to his own. It really is a battle of strength against speed with Shen’s ability to dodge compare to Sparrow’s strength advantage.
She smiles to them, putting his paintbrush down “Hello there Samaritan, how’re ya doin’?”
He turns to them, finishing up another burpee before coming over to them, covered in sweat “Howdy my love.”
Lify stares vacantly at a castle
"Okay" Basil grabs a book, this time a notebook or a sketchbook from his satchel
"I can see that" Wind pats Evan on the shoulder
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.