He looks up, making the books go back to their proper spots. "It's alright, just be sure to be more careful."
Oliver cracks one eye open and smiles ever so slightly. "Thanks ma.."
He sits down at the same table at them after taking off his goggles, actually looking at them. He begins to clean them with a napkin "I'll try to do that next time."
She pets the top of their head, hugging them just a bit "Don't think anythin' of it. How're ya doin' dear?"
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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.'
Loriche is out scrounging up scrap metal from anywhere possible.
Malafasa is making another tornado.
*Ah, leaving the choice up to me, how terrible. I'm fine with starting another, so you don't have to go back and get it.*
Rag is meditating in a cave, and the ground around him has turned molten, revealing metals underneath. Generally, Rag's heat is just good for the environment in the long run.
John is watching from with view, as to keep them from being paranoid.
He looks up, making the books go back to their proper spots. "It's alright, just be sure to be more careful."
Oliver cracks one eye open and smiles ever so slightly. "Thanks ma.."
He sits down at the same table at them after taking off his goggles, actually looking at them. He begins to clean them with a napkin "I'll try to do that next time."
She pets the top of their head, hugging them just a bit "Don't think anythin' of it. How're ya doin' dear?"
Theren nods, extending a hand. "Theren Dotsk by the way."
"Im ok ma...just bored."
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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.
Loriche is out scrounging up scrap metal from anywhere possible.
Malafasa is making another tornado.
*Ah, leaving the choice up to me, how terrible. I'm fine with starting another, so you don't have to go back and get it.*
Rag is meditating in a cave, and the ground around him has turned molten, revealing metals underneath. Generally, Rag's heat is just good for the environment in the long run.
John is watching from with view, as to keep them from being paranoid.
“Hey, nice!” Loriche approaches, takes out her pick, and starts harvesting the metal like it’s Fortnite.
Malafasa, being constantly paranoid, is keeping one eye on him at all times.
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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 looks up, making the books go back to their proper spots. "It's alright, just be sure to be more careful."
Oliver cracks one eye open and smiles ever so slightly. "Thanks ma.."
He sits down at the same table at them after taking off his goggles, actually looking at them. He begins to clean them with a napkin "I'll try to do that next time."
She pets the top of their head, hugging them just a bit "Don't think anythin' of it. How're ya doin' dear?"
Theren nods, extending a hand. "Theren Dotsk by the way."
"Im ok ma...just bored."
He takes the hand with his own, calloused and firm "Jason Asano." He shakes it, fiddling with one of the orbs on his gloves.
"Bored? Do ya want ta do somethin'? Maybe I can help ya."
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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.'
*MWAHAHAHAH*
*HELLO JESTER*
*Im gonna get ya back for that*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You’re all good. If you want, we can continue, but I’m just as good with starting a new one.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*you can try, Darling*
He sits down at the same table at them after taking off his goggles, actually looking at them. He begins to clean them with a napkin "I'll try to do that next time."
She pets the top of their head, hugging them just a bit "Don't think anythin' of it. How're ya doin' dear?"
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.)
*Ah, leaving the choice up to me, how terrible. I'm fine with starting another, so you don't have to go back and get it.*
Rag is meditating in a cave, and the ground around him has turned molten, revealing metals underneath. Generally, Rag's heat is just good for the environment in the long run.
John is watching from with view, as to keep them from being paranoid.
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.)
*HAPPY TO SEE YOU*
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 will, probably*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*SPLENDOROUS TO SEE YOU*
Theren nods, extending a hand. "Theren Dotsk by the way."
"Im ok ma...just bored."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS TO SEE YOU TOO*
*Anyway, when ya gonna intro Gluttony?*
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.)
“Hey, nice!” Loriche approaches, takes out her pick, and starts harvesting the metal like it’s Fortnite.
Malafasa, being constantly paranoid, is keeping one eye on him at all times.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*possibly today! I’m going to see a movie (don’t know which one yet) with friends and I go back to school tomorrow, so I have homework to do :>*
He takes the hand with his own, calloused and firm "Jason Asano." He shakes it, fiddling with one of the orbs on his gloves.
"Bored? Do ya want ta do somethin'? Maybe I can help ya."
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 threw up :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
*Oh my god, you okay??*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick is right beside him helping out, humming to himself.
She can see Leo is feverishly working on Festus again. empty plates and water glasses are nearby along with empty energy drink cans.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nope, stomach wasnt agreeing with something.*
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 jeez...are you ok? Did ya eat something weird?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.