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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)
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
He laughs at that, genuine and hearty “Well I suppose I may help with other things, I do have access to quite a few means to get magical artifacts and the like.”
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
*I don’t blame you, it’s okay.*
He takes off his blindfold, dropping his blade and attempting to walk over to them, before stopping. Muttering to himself “He didn’t want me to care, he didn’t want me to care.”
He stirs away, muttering something before looking up at them “Huh? Oh this, I’ll get it cleaned when I get the chance.”
Tim looks up to them, waving to them with a smile “Hey auntie Minnie!”
He laughs at that, genuine and hearty “Well I suppose I may help with other things, I do have access to quite a few means to get magical artifacts and the like.”
(yeah)
"Nothing too 'one of a kind'... we dont want legendary items in the hands of the general public." he says, now in merchant mode.
“Of course, we can’t give anyone the chance at absolute power without going in an adventure themselves.” He says with chuckle “I’ve got some things in mind.”
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
*I don’t blame you, it’s okay.*
He takes off his blindfold, dropping his blade and attempting to walk over to them, before stopping. Muttering to himself “He didn’t want me to care, he didn’t want me to care.”
He stirs away, muttering something before looking up at them “Huh? Oh this, I’ll get it cleaned when I get the chance.”
Tim looks up to them, waving to them with a smile “Hey auntie Minnie!”
Max continues to stare, just standing there.
Harlow sighs and snaps his fingers, the blood suddenly gone.
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
*I don’t blame you, it’s okay.*
He takes off his blindfold, dropping his blade and attempting to walk over to them, before stopping. Muttering to himself “He didn’t want me to care, he didn’t want me to care.”
He stirs away, muttering something before looking up at them “Huh? Oh this, I’ll get it cleaned when I get the chance.”
Tim looks up to them, waving to them with a smile “Hey auntie Minnie!”
Max continues to stare, just standing there.
Harlow sighs and snaps his fingers, the blood suddenly gone.
"How're you dear?" She asked.
Tengen decides against what he was told and continues to walk closer and closer, ignoring the radiation as much as he can.
He looks down to his shirt and then back up at them “Well thank ya pardner, was that fer ya ‘er fer me?”
“I’m doing good, this book is really interesting.”
He laughs at that, genuine and hearty “Well I suppose I may help with other things, I do have access to quite a few means to get magical artifacts and the like.”
(yeah)
"Nothing too 'one of a kind'... we dont want legendary items in the hands of the general public." he says, now in merchant mode.
“Of course, we can’t give anyone the chance at absolute power without going in an adventure themselves.” He says with chuckle “I’ve got some things in mind.”
"Oh, that reminds me." he says, digging in a bag and pulling out a round bottom flask. "You're gonna need this." he says, not bothering to explain as he cuts his arm, clearly a vein. He fills the bottle before rubbing two fingers over the gash, sealing it.
He looks disappointed at them before taking the flask from them “To drink blood in the go I presume? I don’t want to see you cut again, I don’t want to be worried, and it’s so much better when I get to pierce the flesh myself.” He puts the flask in his belt, it magically sticking there.
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
*I don’t blame you, it’s okay.*
He takes off his blindfold, dropping his blade and attempting to walk over to them, before stopping. Muttering to himself “He didn’t want me to care, he didn’t want me to care.”
He stirs away, muttering something before looking up at them “Huh? Oh this, I’ll get it cleaned when I get the chance.”
Tim looks up to them, waving to them with a smile “Hey auntie Minnie!”
Max continues to stare, just standing there.
Harlow sighs and snaps his fingers, the blood suddenly gone.
"How're you dear?" She asked.
Tengen decides against what he was told and continues to walk closer and closer, ignoring the radiation as much as he can.
He looks down to his shirt and then back up at them “Well thank ya pardner, was that fer ya ‘er fer me?”
“I’m doing good, this book is really interesting.”
Max watches him through clearly dead eyes, the green glowing pulse growing stronger.
"For me, I do not like the smell." He said, eyes narrowing.
"That is good dear! I am glad you feel like you found a good book!"
He laughs at that, genuine and hearty “Well I suppose I may help with other things, I do have access to quite a few means to get magical artifacts and the like.”
(yeah)
"Nothing too 'one of a kind'... we dont want legendary items in the hands of the general public." he says, now in merchant mode.
“Of course, we can’t give anyone the chance at absolute power without going in an adventure themselves.” He says with chuckle “I’ve got some things in mind.”
"Oh, that reminds me." he says, digging in a bag and pulling out a round bottom flask. "You're gonna need this." he says, not bothering to explain as he cuts his arm, clearly a vein. He fills the bottle before rubbing two fingers over the gash, sealing it.
He looks disappointed at them before taking the flask from them “To drink blood in the go I presume? I don’t want to see you cut again, I don’t want to be worried, and it’s so much better when I get to pierce the flesh myself.” He puts the flask in his belt, it magically sticking there.
"No, no no.." he takes the flask back, corking it "There are certain places you can not go. And there's no telling how long I'll be in each one. This." he says, sticking it in the ice drawer. "is for when we arrive there. When we are there, you cannot leave the cart. When you need to feed, you drink from that, okay?" the wound he created upon himself no longer exists.
He squints at them for a long couple of moments, crossing his arms before saying “Fine, those places I will remain here and drink from the blood flask. A little piece of you when you can’t be with me, I suppose it is the best I’ll get in those situations.”
He looks into their eyes, tilting his head “Max? Are you still in there somewhere? I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
He smiles back at them “Least yer honest ‘bout it, an’ I can’t blame ya.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
“Do you want to read it with me? Or are you busy? I’m sorry for interrupting you if you’re busy.”
Max blinks slowly, his dull eyes reflecting Tengen. He pulls down his mask and his entire power jaw is missing, the metal gone and nothing but a lolling, rotting, unhinged one.
"Harlow Mackenzie Irley." He said but doesn't shake it "Sorry, I do not like physical contact."
"Hmm, how about you read it to me dear, let me hear your bestest voice tell me the secrets of the universe." She beams.
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)
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*hello everuone! Shameless plug for my new thread, woodwitch way!*
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)
*Hmmm I suppose I should pick..*
*Tengen, Sparrow, and anyone else will do.*
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
*You don’t always have to pick. Just making sure you know that. Also, gonna reply on the pm?*
Tengen is practicing with his blade when he isn’t killing people or meditating to smother his rage. He is wearing a blindfold, cutting through the air.
Sparrow is taking a nap on the porch of the Inn, rocking as he snores softly. He hs blood on his clothes, part of it his own.
Tim is reading a book in the Inn, though, unlike most children, his books seems to be in advanced magical science and the applications of such.
*Cut for Salem.*
(Good place to end?)
He laughs at that, genuine and hearty “Well I suppose I may help with other things, I do have access to quite a few means to get magical artifacts and the like.”
*Yeah, sorry, I keep getting distracted..*
He see's Max, watching him from the treeline. He looks different. Around him are still his clothes by they almost look rotted horribly. His skin is so dead its nearly grey, pieces falling off blackened bones. A green pulsing light fills his body like a soul trying to escape.
Harlow walks past, his nose drinking at the blood. "Sir.. you may want to get that cleaned."
Minnie keeps an eye on him, sewing herself a new dress.
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 don’t blame you, it’s okay.*
He takes off his blindfold, dropping his blade and attempting to walk over to them, before stopping. Muttering to himself “He didn’t want me to care, he didn’t want me to care.”
He stirs away, muttering something before looking up at them “Huh? Oh this, I’ll get it cleaned when I get the chance.”
Tim looks up to them, waving to them with a smile “Hey auntie Minnie!”
“Of course, we can’t give anyone the chance at absolute power without going in an adventure themselves.” He says with chuckle “I’ve got some things in mind.”
*hi friends, I am alive*
Max continues to stare, just standing there.
Harlow sighs and snaps his fingers, the blood suddenly gone.
"How're you dear?" She asked.
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
Tengen decides against what he was told and continues to walk closer and closer, ignoring the radiation as much as he can.
He looks down to his shirt and then back up at them “Well thank ya pardner, was that fer ya ‘er fer me?”
“I’m doing good, this book is really interesting.”
He looks disappointed at them before taking the flask from them “To drink blood in the go I presume? I don’t want to see you cut again, I don’t want to be worried, and it’s so much better when I get to pierce the flesh myself.” He puts the flask in his belt, it magically sticking there.
Max watches him through clearly dead eyes, the green glowing pulse growing stronger.
"For me, I do not like the smell." He said, eyes narrowing.
"That is good dear! I am glad you feel like you found a good book!"
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
He looks into their eyes, tilting his head “Max? Are you still in there somewhere? I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
He smiles back at them “Least yer honest ‘bout it, an’ I can’t blame ya.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
“Do you want to read it with me? Or are you busy? I’m sorry for interrupting you if you’re busy.”
He squints at them for a long couple of moments, crossing his arms before saying “Fine, those places I will remain here and drink from the blood flask. A little piece of you when you can’t be with me, I suppose it is the best I’ll get in those situations.”
Max blinks slowly, his dull eyes reflecting Tengen. He pulls down his mask and his entire power jaw is missing, the metal gone and nothing but a lolling, rotting, unhinged one.
"Harlow Mackenzie Irley." He said but doesn't shake it "Sorry, I do not like physical contact."
"Hmm, how about you read it to me dear, let me hear your bestest voice tell me the secrets of the universe." She beams.
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
*imbord*
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)