"You're most welcome, Henry." She replies, still warmly smiling and still with a little bit of blue blush on her face. She ties the bag closed once the entire dismantled mannequin has been placed inside. "Thank you for... for giving me that opportunity as well."
It hugs Tim back with its roots, being careful about their thorns as to not accidentally injure him. "Glad I could be of assistance."
He stretches, "I think it is best I take some time from experimenting with the old blood, lest I take more nearly fatal injuries than I already have. If you need me for anything at all, feel free to call me." He runs his bloody gloved hand through his hair, looking to the sky.
"I learned so much, you're so helpful. I'm going to do my best for you, and for Tony, and for Tiffany." He specifically doesn't mention his father.
She also looks up to the 'sky' above the Faceless Fair for a moment- a dark abyss devoid of stars, faintly churning with something that could be clouds or could be smoke. "I think I may take some time from my duties here as well- maybe paint something." She says, standing up and picking up the bag of parts. "I won't hesitate to call you if I need anything." She starts to walk past, pausing for a moment to give Henry a small kiss on the cheek. "Love you, Henry. Bye for now." And with that, KK walks away.
"And I'm certain you'll do wonderfully." It responds. After a few seconds, it thinks of something. "Say, have you tasted light before?"
At that last bit, he kisses them back, a little choked up by the words, looking at them as they walk away. He sits down, putting his knees to his chest, smiling. His eyes settled down as tears begin to trickle down the sides. He whispers to no one but himself "I love you too KK. I love you... so much..."
He looks up to them confused before shaking his head "N-no, what does it taste like?" He asks curiously, fidgeting with his fingers.
*I think that's a wonderful place to end for those two.*
"It's hard to describe- it doesn't really have a 'taste' in the standard sense- more of a... a spreading warmth, for lack of better words. I'll be back in just a moment." It shambles over into the Spelljammer for a minute, reemerging with a small jar of preserved light in its roots. "Here's some, if you want to try it." It adds, offering it to him.
*So sorry, but that is a good place to finish for them.*
He takes the jar, looking at it for a moment curiously before opening it and taking a little bit, opening it before trying it. He takes a moment to process the feeling.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It explodes on impact, the burst of color exploding from the impact as colored smoke of all kinds fills the air.
James sighs and steps forward, suddenly, he is a blur before Tengen "You know you can't hurt me, just like how I can't hurt you. But I certainly can hurt your pride a bit." He said and pulls his dagger out from the hilt of his cane. It glows a bright blue color as he spins it.
He cackles at the sight, grabbing another, but before throwing it, it waits for Stroth to join in on the fun, smiling wide.
He looks into their eyes, his own filled with a cold rage "I don't waste my time being arrogant like you. I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly prove you wrong." He makes two slashes, forming an x in the air, the air splitting. To hit:2825 Damage:910
Stroth takes two and throws them at the stone, which explodes in an explosion of fireworks.
He dodges the second attack but the first hits, although he doesn't seem affected by it. "Come on Tengen, you are wrath, do better than this."
He smiles, throwing his own and watching the explosions happily as they shoot into color and sound.
He sighs, sheathing the blade, eight cuts appearing in the air around them, burning with blue hellfire "You asked for it James. Prideful as always." To hit:2732292523321733 Damage:2226252430252623
"Now that's a lie. Do I not stand before you, wizling?"
The memory of the name evades them
"I..well...yes."
Good luck dungeoneering.
"Now it's your turn." They say, standing back, their armor shining in the sunlight
"yeah, I'll let you know how it goes."
He slams his staff into the ground, thunder rumbling. Bushes and shrubs blast away
The robin nods *End scene?*
"No, no, no. I know what Wizards can do." They say, with their ever precent smile. "I have asked about you, have I not? Now for the inverse." He states, resting on a stump
*Sure*
"What can you do?"
"I can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
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"I can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He picks at his arm nervously
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh, it’d take a lot more than that to drive me away…”
Thirteen smiles. “Thanks very much for your help, my dear lad. I certainly hope it ends up being successful once it’s done.”
“So why’d they send you here? What do they want now?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*So sorry, but that is a good place to finish for them.*
He takes the jar, looking at it for a moment curiously before opening it and taking a little bit, opening it before trying it. He takes a moment to process the feeling.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A wanderer I was, but now I'm married, so it looks like I might be stickin' 'round here. Depends on what my wife wants."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Cherry is sitting in the inn, covered in tears and scratches, and even a bite mark
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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 takes one of their hands "Do ya need me ta get ya anythin'?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Barbarian actaully! with a bit of cleric of light thrown in." She said, beaming
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Im kinda hungry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'll make ya somethin', What's yer favorite food?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I know.." He said, closing his eyes.
"Lad? How old are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
"I don't know... I don't get told anything.."
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 can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Ah, and who might the misses be?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Potato soup..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Stroth, ya might know her. Love o' my life."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They see a ghostly humaniod, bearing a kingly crown, with a sword in a shadowy sheath, and a guantlet of gold on their left hand. Who might you be?
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"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Got to go again, ill be back.*
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 see, truly a women for the elements. May I ask where your devotion lies? Pelor? Lythander?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now