Lord's Rest Inn

*Well, while I'm here does anyone want to rp? It's cool if nobody does, I'll still be here.*

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*What, still here?... Hand it over, that thing- your characters. For my lady's rp.*

Omori is walking through the woods, taking a path she doesn't normally trek to see what's there.

KK is sitting on a bench at the edge of the Faceless Fair, watching the writhing, shrieking rest of the Nightmare Realm outside of the fair's safe pocket of space.

 Merabelle is with them, and seemingly thinking about something, tapping the constellation tattoos on herself, muttering some words of power.

 Henry sits on the bench next to them, his attire far cleaner than usual, not wearing his hat or mask, revealing his slick, jet black hair, which he has seemingly also cleaned. He doesn't say anything, just watching with them, interlocking his fingers with some of theirs subtly.

The little shadow notices this, listening for a second as she walks. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asks curiously, stopping for a second to step over some tree roots before continuing to walk alongside her.

KK continues to watch, slowly placing another hand on top of his. "What do you think?" She asks, gesturing out towards the horrific sight that lays beyond the Fair.

 They look down to them, stopping their walk before looking closely at them "Omori, there's somethin' I want ta show ya, somethin' I think you'll find real special. Are ya okay with that?" She says completely seriously.

 He takes a deep breath, giving a little crooked smile "A wonderful place where nightmares can come true. I couldn't help but love it." He looks towards the terrible sight "It only adds to the dread, which is a good thing."

She looks back up at her mother, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. "Absolutely. What is it?" She asks.

"Oh, absolutely- the horror is wonderful." She responds, smiling a bit as well. "This is my first time seeing it properly. It's... beautiful, in a haunting sort of way."

 She mutters some more words of power, the terrain around them changing as into an illusion of a sea of stars, is if they are walking on the sky. (Mirage Arcane.)

 "I don't know what it truly is, but that is the nature of eldritch horrors is it not? The lack of understanding adds more. Beautiful, almost as beautiful as you, but not really." He chuckles "It doesn't compare to you."

She is in absolute awe at the sight, not entirely sure if it's an illusion or not and not really caring. "Whoa... It's so beautiful..." She mutters, a faint reflection of the stars she's looking at in her eyes. "How- how did you do that?"

She chuckles as well, blushing a bit. "I- I don't think the sight compares even slightly to you either." She responds, looking back at him.

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 *I just made a golem character and I think they would get along.*

 A large man made out of clay walks over, silently offering one of his own pens. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap that shadows his eyes and a wool coat that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase hangs in his hand, and a steel key hangs from his neck.

The fountain pen he holds out is high-quality and a mix between well-used and well-maintained. Good condition overall.

 Yossele the flesh golem forces a smile, before taking out a card from their trenchcoat

Who might you be, friend?

 He puts down the pen and gently takes the card, taking a couple seconds to read it before handing it back. Then his lips part, and he speaks in a voice so soft, so gentle, so effortlessly loving that even at this whisper-like volume it could stop a demon mid-rampage. "My name is False."

 They produce two cards.

Yossele. & What brings you here, friend? False

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*What, still here?... Hand it over, that thing- your characters. For my lady's rp.*

Omori is walking through the woods, taking a path she doesn't normally trek to see what's there.

KK is sitting on a bench at the edge of the Faceless Fair, watching the writhing, shrieking rest of the Nightmare Realm outside of the fair's safe pocket of space.

 A large humanoid made of soft clay is crouching in the woods, looking at some bugs. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap and orange scarf that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase sits by his side, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
He reaches down his delicately shaped hands and lets a centipede climb onto his finger. He looks at it with childlike kindness and wonder, although his eyes aren't visible under the shadow of his visor. After a bit, he lets it back down and reaches into his deep coat pockets, removing a sturdy notebook and a well-maintained pencil, beginning to compare his notes to what he saw.

She feels Podmorski on the edge of her periphery. A blurry mass of anger of hunger, with just a little bit of sentimentality tossed in for good measure. It seems he didn't feel like getting dressed up in an actual shape today.

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*Well, while I'm here does anyone want to rp? It's cool if nobody does, I'll still be here.*

 *Sure, I have numerous characters*

Lysander is enjoying some hot coco

Meroving is playing with a sparrow

Yossele is reading

Yacatl is making a snow fort

Lazarus is carving cut down tree trunk

Raphael is flying through the clouds as an Angel

(morning pall)