“That I cannot do, the blade does not leave my side, by choice or otherwise.” He sheaths the blade once more, sitting back down “Don’t ask again.”
He smiles at her, finishing up his workout and toweling off “Do ya want ta get a house?”
He looks happy “I would love to play a game, what do you want to play?” He asks, leaning back.
They lift the shield from their face, their skin the color of burnt sand in the Red Desert. Shadows conceal his features but his eyes glint "Don't worry. If it will not leave your side, hold it while I examine it."
She nearly spits out her tea and turns around "A house?"
"Card... game?' They ask.
He raises an eyebrow, though keeps his mask over his face, taking the sheath off of his belt, holding it in his hand. His eyes peer into their soul, looking for their truest intentions.
He smiles slightly at the reaction “I mean, if ya don’t want ta, I’ll continue sleepin’ out here. I just… thought we should have a place, a real place together.”
He smiles wider “I love card games!” He seems very excited.
He actually can't decipher anything from them. It's like there is a mental block, leaving them with a dead look.
"No no no no! I want that as well! I thought it would be silly to bring up though!"
“That I cannot do, the blade does not leave my side, by choice or otherwise.” He sheaths the blade once more, sitting back down “Don’t ask again.”
He smiles at her, finishing up his workout and toweling off “Do ya want ta get a house?”
He looks happy “I would love to play a game, what do you want to play?” He asks, leaning back.
They lift the shield from their face, their skin the color of burnt sand in the Red Desert. Shadows conceal his features but his eyes glint "Don't worry. If it will not leave your side, hold it while I examine it."
She nearly spits out her tea and turns around "A house?"
"Card... game?' They ask.
He raises an eyebrow, though keeps his mask over his face, taking the sheath off of his belt, holding it in his hand. His eyes peer into their soul, looking for their truest intentions.
He smiles slightly at the reaction “I mean, if ya don’t want ta, I’ll continue sleepin’ out here. I just… thought we should have a place, a real place together.”
He smiles wider “I love card games!” He seems very excited.
He actually can't decipher anything from them. It's like there is a mental block, leaving them with a dead look.
"No no no no! I want that as well! I thought it would be silly to bring up though!"
"What do.... you want to... play?"
That leaves him even more curious “Fine, you may look, touch and you die.” His says coldly, taking the blade from the sheath, holding both in his hands for them to see.
He walks over and sits next to them “Then ya do want ta get a house with me? Maybe we should go lookin’, or maybe I can ask a friend fer help.”
He pulls a deck of cards from his back pocket, explaining a game that him and his brother used to play, which for the sake of my sanity, Tim and Tony just invented fantasy Yu Gi Oh.
“That I cannot do, the blade does not leave my side, by choice or otherwise.” He sheaths the blade once more, sitting back down “Don’t ask again.”
He smiles at her, finishing up his workout and toweling off “Do ya want ta get a house?”
He looks happy “I would love to play a game, what do you want to play?” He asks, leaning back.
They lift the shield from their face, their skin the color of burnt sand in the Red Desert. Shadows conceal his features but his eyes glint "Don't worry. If it will not leave your side, hold it while I examine it."
She nearly spits out her tea and turns around "A house?"
"Card... game?' They ask.
He raises an eyebrow, though keeps his mask over his face, taking the sheath off of his belt, holding it in his hand. His eyes peer into their soul, looking for their truest intentions.
He smiles slightly at the reaction “I mean, if ya don’t want ta, I’ll continue sleepin’ out here. I just… thought we should have a place, a real place together.”
He smiles wider “I love card games!” He seems very excited.
He actually can't decipher anything from them. It's like there is a mental block, leaving them with a dead look.
"No no no no! I want that as well! I thought it would be silly to bring up though!"
"What do.... you want to... play?"
That leaves him even more curious “Fine, you may look, touch and you die.” His says coldly, taking the blade from the sheath, holding both in his hands for them to see.
He walks over and sits next to them “Then ya do want ta get a house with me? Maybe we should go lookin’, or maybe I can ask a friend fer help.”
He pulls a deck of cards from his back pocket, explaining a game that him and his brother used to play, which for the sake of my sanity, Tim and Tony just invented fantasy Yu Gi Oh.
They nod, examining the blade. Their eyes seem to shift colors almost, changing from red to blue and from blue to grey.
She nods enthusiastically, hugging him.
Ichigo listens carefully, taking in the information
“That I cannot do, the blade does not leave my side, by choice or otherwise.” He sheaths the blade once more, sitting back down “Don’t ask again.”
He smiles at her, finishing up his workout and toweling off “Do ya want ta get a house?”
He looks happy “I would love to play a game, what do you want to play?” He asks, leaning back.
They lift the shield from their face, their skin the color of burnt sand in the Red Desert. Shadows conceal his features but his eyes glint "Don't worry. If it will not leave your side, hold it while I examine it."
She nearly spits out her tea and turns around "A house?"
"Card... game?' They ask.
He raises an eyebrow, though keeps his mask over his face, taking the sheath off of his belt, holding it in his hand. His eyes peer into their soul, looking for their truest intentions.
He smiles slightly at the reaction “I mean, if ya don’t want ta, I’ll continue sleepin’ out here. I just… thought we should have a place, a real place together.”
He smiles wider “I love card games!” He seems very excited.
He actually can't decipher anything from them. It's like there is a mental block, leaving them with a dead look.
"No no no no! I want that as well! I thought it would be silly to bring up though!"
"What do.... you want to... play?"
That leaves him even more curious “Fine, you may look, touch and you die.” His says coldly, taking the blade from the sheath, holding both in his hands for them to see.
He walks over and sits next to them “Then ya do want ta get a house with me? Maybe we should go lookin’, or maybe I can ask a friend fer help.”
He pulls a deck of cards from his back pocket, explaining a game that him and his brother used to play, which for the sake of my sanity, Tim and Tony just invented fantasy Yu Gi Oh.
They nod, examining the blade. Their eyes seem to shift colors almost, changing from red to blue and from blue to grey.
She nods enthusiastically, hugging him.
Ichigo listens carefully, taking in the information
He continues to watch them curiously, the runes on its fragment of the blade perfectly detailed despite the blade appearing broken.
He hugs her back, rubbing her back “Love ya Stroth, I’m happy I get ta settle down with ya.” He is beaming.
It’s exactly the Yu Gi Oh system, giving them a set of very good cards, and teaching them in the first few games, he’s scary good at this game.
*Anybody at all? Even a single person would be amazing.*
*How about Mothra, the glorious sky goddess who bursts free from the chrysalis of her weaker identity.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hello*
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 goodness it’s Jobah. How are you my wonderful, handsome, amazing friend?*
He actually can't decipher anything from them. It's like there is a mental block, leaving them with a dead look.
"No no no no! I want that as well! I thought it would be silly to bring up though!"
"What do.... you want to... play?"
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
*Lawrence, stop looking through those old V/H/S tapes. They get thrown away way too often, and aren't good for Raatma's diet.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Wonderful, handsome, and amazing*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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
That leaves him even more curious “Fine, you may look, touch and you die.” His says coldly, taking the blade from the sheath, holding both in his hands for them to see.
He walks over and sits next to them “Then ya do want ta get a house with me? Maybe we should go lookin’, or maybe I can ask a friend fer help.”
He pulls a deck of cards from his back pocket, explaining a game that him and his brother used to play, which for the sake of my sanity, Tim and Tony just invented fantasy Yu Gi Oh.
*BUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR RAATMA.*
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
*Fabulous to hear, I would assume you would like to rp? Who might you want?*
*…okay. want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*idk, John and Merabelle*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They nod, examining the blade. Their eyes seem to shift colors almost, changing from red to blue and from blue to grey.
She nods enthusiastically, hugging him.
Ichigo listens carefully, taking in the information
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 ate my Raatma, and you don't see me crying about it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ive been watching to much V/H/S, forgive me.*
*Yes, I do :D*
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 am about to start feeding you more.*
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
*Jsyk, you don’t have to pick if you don’t want to sometimes man.*
Merabelle is crushing rocks into a fine sand for a painting, using her bare hands and whistling to herself as she does so, wearing her black overalls.
John is working out to keep himself fit, doing a bit of weightlifting in his already heavy armor to keep his strength up.
He continues to watch them curiously, the runes on its fragment of the blade perfectly detailed despite the blade appearing broken.
He hugs her back, rubbing her back “Love ya Stroth, I’m happy I get ta settle down with ya.” He is beaming.
It’s exactly the Yu Gi Oh system, giving them a set of very good cards, and teaching them in the first few games, he’s scary good at this game.
*I want to RP, but I wouldn't be able to finish or even properly get started since I have about 10 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels