Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
*want to use any other characters in addition?*
Thirteen is also in the library, reading over ancient rhetoric.
*if you pick*
"Hey, fellow inquisitive. Care to help me a bit?" he asks, sighing aloud as he pours over his map.
*uuh Mac and Omi?*
"Oh, certainly." Thirteen gets to his feet and walks over.
"Trying to figure out how, with as little men as I have, to ambush the jails and the armory." he says, gesturing to the map, which has chess pieces all over it.
Mac is eating Mac and cheese, ignoring the name-sake.
Omi is cooking breakfast, though he himself doesn't need to eat.
"...well, what is the capacity of your army and the security of the facilities?"
Rio enters the inn, whistling idly.
Eito is trudging through the snow outside.
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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.
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
Sanviento is also in the library, firmly attempting to ignore the singing as he seems to be making a book of some kind, his hands covered in glue and ink as he works.
"Quite messy, aren't you? It looks to be shaping up though." he says, barely looking at them.
*Just making sure, you don’t want anyone else right?*
“I’m a scholar, not a craftsman. This is just a gift for my niece.” He says, not even looking back at them “And the singing makes it difficult.”
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
Sanviento is also in the library, firmly attempting to ignore the singing as he seems to be making a book of some kind, his hands covered in glue and ink as he works.
"Quite messy, aren't you? It looks to be shaping up though." he says, barely looking at them.
*Just making sure, you don’t want anyone else right?*
“I’m a scholar, not a craftsman. This is just a gift for my niece.” He says, not even looking back at them “And the singing makes it difficult.”
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
Sanviento is also in the library, firmly attempting to ignore the singing as he seems to be making a book of some kind, his hands covered in glue and ink as he works.
"Quite messy, aren't you? It looks to be shaping up though." he says, barely looking at them.
*Just making sure, you don’t want anyone else right?*
“I’m a scholar, not a craftsman. This is just a gift for my niece.” He says, not even looking back at them “And the singing makes it difficult.”
*I wanted you to pick if you wanted more. cant be bothered to pick rn, sorry*
"I was in here before you. Besides, I hadn't realized you could hear me... Apologies." he says, moving a few chess pieces to a different place on the paper map.
*Hmm, Xavier, and maybe Jax if you want to continue their happy relationship with Marie today.*
He nods “No need to apologize, after all, saying sorry doesn’t solve problems, does it?” He says it as if he has someone in mind, which means he sighs after as his hands get stuck together “[Gp]ing fantastic.”
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
Donn, who has been walking along, tilts his head and studies them.
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
*Who would you like for me to feed you, extra sauce will be provided, no matter the order.*
*Y E E E E E S*
*UH, Sparrow, Tim, and Merabelle.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has gotta drunk and is in the Inn playing the harmonica, its just as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine.
Tim is with his older brother, they seem to be playing some game of cards only they know the rules to, and having a fantastic time.
Merabelle has adopted another child and is now doing extra work, when she isn’t cooking or spending time with the kids, she’s painting.
Stroth keeps an eye on him, braiding her long golden hair.
Gigli and Adeline keep an eye on them, updating old patient files as they do.
Edwin walks over to her, holding a huge box of machine parts in his arms.
Eventually he sits down to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her, smiling happily.
The older brother notices them. He doesn’t carry himself the same his sister does, it looks like he’s just trying to enjoy what time he has with his little brother.
Merabelle looks down to them, kissing them on the forehead “Look who it is, what’s that ya got there sweetheart?”
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 7
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he 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.
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
Donn, who has been walking along, tilts his head and studies them.
Donn can tell that this is a fiend of some sort. He turns his head a little. "Hey, dad. Just got off from guarding the gates. Didn't expect the shifts to be this long."
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
Sanviento is also in the library, firmly attempting to ignore the singing as he seems to be making a book of some kind, his hands covered in glue and ink as he works.
"Quite messy, aren't you? It looks to be shaping up though." he says, barely looking at them.
*Just making sure, you don’t want anyone else right?*
“I’m a scholar, not a craftsman. This is just a gift for my niece.” He says, not even looking back at them “And the singing makes it difficult.”
*I wanted you to pick if you wanted more. cant be bothered to pick rn, sorry*
"I was in here before you. Besides, I hadn't realized you could hear me... Apologies." he says, moving a few chess pieces to a different place on the paper map.
*Hmm, Xavier, and maybe Jax if you want to continue their happy relationship with Marie today.*
He nods “No need to apologize, after all, saying sorry doesn’t solve problems, does it?” He says it as if he has someone in mind, which means he sighs after as his hands get stuck together “[Gp]ing fantastic.”
"Run it under some hot water. Glue dissolves easier when attached to skin."
Xavier is talking with Saphuno... Reconciling and healing.
Jax is working himself to the point of exhaustion in the Autumn Section of Aspen. He's gained muscle, but he's clearly in need of rest. He also has the benefits of being an ex-follower of Yuki.
He takes their advice, making a bowl appear in front of them, magically filling it with water, and washing it off.
He can feel as if someone is watching him, eyes trained onto them from somewhere they cannot see. The feeling they get from whatever is, is a fiendish curiosity.
Marie walks over to them, putting a hand on their shoulder, though not saying anything to them, their eyes saying that they should take a break.
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"...well, what is the capacity of your army and the security of the facilities?"
Rio enters the inn, whistling idly.
Eito is trudging through the snow outside.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course.*
Sparrow has gotta drunk and is in the Inn playing the harmonica, its just as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine.
Tim is with his older brother, they seem to be playing some game of cards only they know the rules to, and having a fantastic time.
Merabelle has adopted another child and is now doing extra work, when she isn’t cooking or spending time with the kids, she’s painting.
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
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
*Sorry, my fault, I’ll wait Salem.*
*Anyone you wish to feed to meeeee.*
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
Stroth keeps an eye on him, braiding her long golden hair.
Gigli and Adeline keep an eye on them, updating old patient files as they do.
Edwin walks over to her, holding a huge box of machine parts in his arms.
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
*Hmm, Xavier, and maybe Jax if you want to continue their happy relationship with Marie today.*
He nods “No need to apologize, after all, saying sorry doesn’t solve problems, does it?” He says it as if he has someone in mind, which means he sighs after as his hands get stuck together “[Gp]ing fantastic.”
Donn, who has been walking along, tilts his head and studies them.
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
Eventually he sits down to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her, smiling happily.
The older brother notices them. He doesn’t carry himself the same his sister does, it looks like he’s just trying to enjoy what time he has with his little brother.
Merabelle looks down to them, kissing them on the forehead “Look who it is, what’s that ya got there sweetheart?”
"Hmm." Religion: 7
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he 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.
Donn can tell that this is a fiend of some sort. He turns his head a little. "Hey, dad. Just got off from guarding the gates. Didn't expect the shifts to be this long."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes their advice, making a bowl appear in front of them, magically filling it with water, and washing it off.
He can feel as if someone is watching him, eyes trained onto them from somewhere they cannot see. The feeling they get from whatever is, is a fiendish curiosity.
Marie walks over to them, putting a hand on their shoulder, though not saying anything to them, their eyes saying that they should take a break.