"Mm." Felix rubs his cheek against Angel's. "You're like a stuffed toy. Well, not super stuffed. But I'm working on that."
She huffs as though offended. "I could never touch such a pretty thing as yourself. Not until you're fixed, of course." She plays with the eyes like a pair of yoyos. They clack together like varnished wood. "And that could take ages. I just want you to feel comfortable. Safe in your own skin. Or someone else's skin, if push comes to shove."
Angél snorts, laughing a bit "That was a horrible joke but a funny one." He said and nuzzles him back "Felix, I adore you. I am glad I am your friend." He says truthfully.
"It is fine... I was cursed like this a long time. The Black Crown made me this armor to magically stop the curse from causing chaos for others... I don't want to cause another bloodshed."
"I'm glad you're my friend too. So, how would you like your bird?" He kicks his own front door down and lays Angel on the couch.
She chuckles. "Oh, curses, curses... never talk to a hag about curses. They always, always want to know more. I could smell it on you. My eyes often fail to spy, but my nose knows malediction."
Rag is making himself some stew, using his hand to cook the meat while he boils the broth with his other hand, humming to himself as he meditates, eyes closed and legs crossed.
*Everyone I’m so sorry I was gone, I’m here now, does anyone want to rp while I’m here?*
*Yes please.*
*Of course my dear friend, who would you like?*
*Tengen, Shen, and Sparrow.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is cleaning new blood off of his blade in an alley, two mangled corpses next to him as he takes deep, shuttering breaths, his eyes burning with his hellfire though he’s in his human disguise, trying to settle his rage.
Shen is practicing his martial arts in the woods, using a tree as a sort of board to increase the strength of his fists ever further as well as using it as a Wing Chun.
Sparrow is walking through town after making some money, he didn’t do much, just did a little fighting and is now headed towards the Inn, humming to himself.
Masuki stands behind him, her head tilted as she examines the bloody carnage. "Tengen?.."
Samaritan waves to him, walking over.
Stroth is looking for houses while sitting on the front porch of the tavern, sipping iced tea.
He wipes some blood off of his face onto his white Gi, his burning eyes turning to them, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his blade. The murder in his eyes slowly fades.
Shen turns to them, smiling like he always is “Samaritan! It’s been forever bud, how are you?” He tilts his head.
Sparrow sits on the rocking chair next to them, putting down a sack of money, smiling at them “Evenin’ my love. How much platinum do ya think we’ll need?”
She makes sure no one is around before slipped off her helmet. "Are you alright?" She asks, her voice and soft.
Samaritan chuckles and nods "It has, hasnt it? How're you Shen?"
"Well, if the markets stay the way they are, only around 1,000."
He puts the blade down, it turning to ash as soon as it touches the ground “I’m- I’m fine, just… just doing what I’m supposed to do.” His own voice weak.
“I’m doing well, work has been fun, the fights have been hard, I’ve even lost a few times! How about you?”
“I can get 1,000 platinum, I actually might have enough in my stash if it’s all still there.”
Rag is making himself some stew, using his hand to cook the meat while he boils the broth with his other hand, humming to himself as he meditates, eyes closed and legs crossed.
He hears someone rapidly tap-dancing toward him.
His nose twitches as he opens his eyes, looking down to see who is tap dancing “Hello?” His rumbling voice asks.
She snaps her fingers. "Dang. I keep hoping someone will take his collection off my hands. But I've talked a lot about me. How about you?" A big snake slithers onto their lap, not aggressive, but still trying to make its presence clear. Seems like it wants their attention.
"Well, I just kind of exist. I like meeting new people... a bit..."
"What? That's it?" She puts a dollop of stew into a wooden bowl and places it on the old garden table in front of them. "Where did you come from? What hobbies do you have? What's your name?"
Lify hits with a longsword, 11, 73, than a shortsword 9, 32
Her dad hits with the pitchfork 27, 11
wound: 3
He stuck by the pitchfork, smiling as wide as could be with bloody teeth “I’ve already hit you dumb [gp].” Make me a dex save or take 25, half on success. He then swings his blade at them. To hit:26 Damage:8
"Mm." Felix rubs his cheek against Angel's. "You're like a stuffed toy. Well, not super stuffed. But I'm working on that."
She huffs as though offended. "I could never touch such a pretty thing as yourself. Not until you're fixed, of course." She plays with the eyes like a pair of yoyos. They clack together like varnished wood. "And that could take ages. I just want you to feel comfortable. Safe in your own skin. Or someone else's skin, if push comes to shove."
Angél snorts, laughing a bit "That was a horrible joke but a funny one." He said and nuzzles him back "Felix, I adore you. I am glad I am your friend." He says truthfully.
"It is fine... I was cursed like this a long time. The Black Crown made me this armor to magically stop the curse from causing chaos for others... I don't want to cause another bloodshed."
"I'm glad you're my friend too. So, how would you like your bird?" He kicks his own front door down and lays Angel on the couch.
She chuckles. "Oh, curses, curses... never talk to a hag about curses. They always, always want to know more. I could smell it on you. My eyes often fail to spy, but my nose knows malediction."
Angél scrambled to get up and help Felix, his wings fluffing a bit "I can help, I have arms for reason no?" He says, nodding and walking over to the kitchen.
Masuki hugs herself, the metal clinking as she does. "I am so tired...this armor is so heavy.."
Soon after everything is paid for, Cherry is enjoying a nice aged red wine "How are you enjoying your tea?*
‘It’s nice” she hasn’t taken a sip yet. She’s just holding the cup
Cherry finishes her red wine, than walks over to her
“What?”
"Well, how are you doing?"
“No worse that I was this morning” she finally takes a sip of the tea
"Okay" Cherry frowns "Welp... I've got to go"
*I don't. this is just for Cherry's char develop*
“Oh…” she brushes her hair out of her face. “Good bye.” *her own hair*
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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)
She snaps her fingers. "Dang. I keep hoping someone will take his collection off my hands. But I've talked a lot about me. How about you?" A big snake slithers onto their lap, not aggressive, but still trying to make its presence clear. Seems like it wants their attention.
"Well, I just kind of exist. I like meeting new people... a bit..."
"What? That's it?" She puts a dollop of stew into a wooden bowl and places it on the old garden table in front of them. "Where did you come from? What hobbies do you have? What's your name?"
"Well I... uh... come from... uh... a... ah... uh- a land. I like art and cute little animals, and bread! And, I prefer to be called Circut"
*Everyone I’m so sorry I was gone, I’m here now, does anyone want to rp while I’m here?*
*Yes please.*
*Of course my dear friend, who would you like?*
*Tengen, Shen, and Sparrow.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is cleaning new blood off of his blade in an alley, two mangled corpses next to him as he takes deep, shuttering breaths, his eyes burning with his hellfire though he’s in his human disguise, trying to settle his rage.
Shen is practicing his martial arts in the woods, using a tree as a sort of board to increase the strength of his fists ever further as well as using it as a Wing Chun.
Sparrow is walking through town after making some money, he didn’t do much, just did a little fighting and is now headed towards the Inn, humming to himself.
Masuki stands behind him, her head tilted as she examines the bloody carnage. "Tengen?.."
Samaritan waves to him, walking over.
Stroth is looking for houses while sitting on the front porch of the tavern, sipping iced tea.
He wipes some blood off of his face onto his white Gi, his burning eyes turning to them, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his blade. The murder in his eyes slowly fades.
Shen turns to them, smiling like he always is “Samaritan! It’s been forever bud, how are you?” He tilts his head.
Sparrow sits on the rocking chair next to them, putting down a sack of money, smiling at them “Evenin’ my love. How much platinum do ya think we’ll need?”
She makes sure no one is around before slipped off her helmet. "Are you alright?" She asks, her voice and soft.
Samaritan chuckles and nods "It has, hasnt it? How're you Shen?"
"Well, if the markets stay the way they are, only around 1,000."
He puts the blade down, it turning to ash as soon as it touches the ground “I’m- I’m fine, just… just doing what I’m supposed to do.” His own voice weak.
“I’m doing well, work has been fun, the fights have been hard, I’ve even lost a few times! How about you?”
“I can get 1,000 platinum, I actually might have enough in my stash if it’s all still there.”
She looks at him, her dull eyes filled with sympathy. "Go wait for me in the woods okay?... I'll take care of the bodies." She hugs him gently.
"Good to hear. I'm well, thank you for asking. Tired, stressed, but overall I am alive and well." He said, nodding.
"I can make some. Just gotta transmute some things." She said, setting down her glass.
His nose twitches as he opens his eyes, looking down to see who is tap dancing “Hello?” His rumbling voice asks.
Granny Greasegrip, all green and haggish, is dancing for him, vocalizing slightly as she holds the corners of her dress up to keep her old, sensible leather shoes visible. They aren't tap shoes, but they have wooden plates screwed into them to make them work that way. They have been painted by a what looks like child, as if someone gave them to a 2nd grade art class.
Lify hits with a longsword, 11, 73, than a shortsword 9, 32
Her dad hits with the pitchfork 27, 11
wound: 3
He stuck by the pitchfork, smiling as wide as could be with bloody teeth “I’ve already hit you dumb [gp].” Make me a dex save or take 23, half on success. He then swings his blade at them. To hit:18 Damage:12
Lify hits with the Longsword 2452, than the Shortsword 1643
Lify hits with a longsword, 11, 73, than a shortsword 9, 32
Her dad hits with the pitchfork 27, 11
wound: 3
He stuck by the pitchfork, smiling as wide as could be with bloody teeth “I’ve already hit you dumb [gp].” Make me a dex save or take 23, half on success. He then swings his blade at them. To hit:18 Damage:12
Lify hits with the Longsword 2452, than the Shortsword 1643
He hugs her back “O-okay, I trust you Masuki, thank you.” He begins walking towards the Woods, not interacting with anyone along the way, just looking at the ground, he waits there for as long as he needs to.
“I’ve heard some things have been happening, but I haven’t had the chance to visit for a bit, I almost died fighting a few world ending UMAs, you know how it is.”
He gives her a kiss on the cheek “An’ we’ll have a house in no time flat, that sounds good ta me.”
"I'm glad you're my friend too. So, how would you like your bird?" He kicks his own front door down and lays Angel on the couch.
She chuckles. "Oh, curses, curses... never talk to a hag about curses. They always, always want to know more. I could smell it on you. My eyes often fail to spy, but my nose knows malediction."
Angél scrambled to get up and help Felix, his wings fluffing a bit "I can help, I have arms for reason no?" He says, nodding and walking over to the kitchen.
Masuki hugs herself, the metal clinking as she does. "I am so tired...this armor is so heavy.."
"True, but you haven't answered my question." Felix lets him get up and help.
The hag shoves her eyes in her pocket and puts on some heavy welding gloves. She then holds out a hand. "Are you gonna find anywhere else to sleep, girlie?"
His nose twitches as he opens his eyes, looking down to see who is tap dancing “Hello?” His rumbling voice asks.
Granny Greasegrip, all green and haggish, is dancing for him, vocalizing slightly as she holds the corners of her dress up to keep her old, sensible leather shoes visible. They aren't tap shoes, but they have wooden plates screwed into them to make them work that way. They have been painted by a what looks like child, as if someone gave them to a 2nd grade art class.
She smiles at him as she does her jig. "Hello!"
He smiles back at them, showing his teeth, fangs long and sharp and white as snow “Hello there, I would join you but I’ve never been much of a dancer, I end up crushing most things at this size. Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”
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*as in hitting James with the fork*
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.
"I'm glad you're my friend too. So, how would you like your bird?" He kicks his own front door down and lays Angel on the couch.
She chuckles. "Oh, curses, curses... never talk to a hag about curses. They always, always want to know more. I could smell it on you. My eyes often fail to spy, but my nose knows malediction."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He hears someone rapidly tap-dancing toward him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay" Cherry frowns "Welp... I've got to go"
*I don't. this is just for Cherry's char develop*
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 puts the blade down, it turning to ash as soon as it touches the ground “I’m- I’m fine, just… just doing what I’m supposed to do.” His own voice weak.
“I’m doing well, work has been fun, the fights have been hard, I’ve even lost a few times! How about you?”
“I can get 1,000 platinum, I actually might have enough in my stash if it’s all still there.”
His nose twitches as he opens his eyes, looking down to see who is tap dancing “Hello?” His rumbling voice asks.
"What? That's it?" She puts a dollop of stew into a wooden bowl and places it on the old garden table in front of them. "Where did you come from? What hobbies do you have? What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stuck by the pitchfork, smiling as wide as could be with bloody teeth “I’ve already hit you dumb [gp].” Make me a dex save or take 25, half on success. He then swings his blade at them. To hit:26 Damage:8
Angél scrambled to get up and help Felix, his wings fluffing a bit "I can help, I have arms for reason no?" He says, nodding and walking over to the kitchen.
Masuki hugs herself, the metal clinking as she does. "I am so tired...this armor is so heavy.."
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
“Oh…” she brushes her hair out of her face. “Good bye.”
*her own hair*
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)
"Well I... uh... come from... uh... a... ah... uh- a land. I like art and cute little animals, and bread! And, I prefer to be called Circut"
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.
She looks at him, her dull eyes filled with sympathy. "Go wait for me in the woods okay?... I'll take care of the bodies." She hugs him gently.
"Good to hear. I'm well, thank you for asking. Tired, stressed, but overall I am alive and well." He said, nodding.
"I can make some. Just gotta transmute some things." She said, setting down her glass.
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
Granny Greasegrip, all green and haggish, is dancing for him, vocalizing slightly as she holds the corners of her dress up to keep her old, sensible leather shoes visible. They aren't tap shoes, but they have wooden plates screwed into them to make them work that way. They have been painted by a what looks like child, as if someone gave them to a 2nd grade art class.
She smiles at him as she does her jig. "Hello!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lify hits with the Longsword 24 5 2, than the Shortsword 16 4 3
Her dad hits with the fork twice 14 13 | 19 17
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.
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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.
Cherry walks back in, covered in blood, though the blood is in the shape of slash marks all over her
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.
*Cut for Wendi.*
He hugs her back “O-okay, I trust you Masuki, thank you.” He begins walking towards the Woods, not interacting with anyone along the way, just looking at the ground, he waits there for as long as he needs to.
“I’ve heard some things have been happening, but I haven’t had the chance to visit for a bit, I almost died fighting a few world ending UMAs, you know how it is.”
He gives her a kiss on the cheek “An’ we’ll have a house in no time flat, that sounds good ta me.”
"True, but you haven't answered my question." Felix lets him get up and help.
The hag shoves her eyes in her pocket and puts on some heavy welding gloves. She then holds out a hand. "Are you gonna find anywhere else to sleep, girlie?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*e*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He smiles back at them, showing his teeth, fangs long and sharp and white as snow “Hello there, I would join you but I’ve never been much of a dancer, I end up crushing most things at this size. Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”