*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
He idly takes it, putting it on.
"They wont be once I cook them down. And yeah, so what of it?"
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect ya Oliver.”
“Ah it ain’t nothin’, we’re square. Don’t think I got the chance ta shake yer hand befer.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
"It's okay momma." he mumbles, still rocking back and forth.
"Henry Applegate." he says, shaking his hand
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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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
He is unresponsive, not even taking the plate. He stares into the distance, still rocking.
"Sounds good. Where ya from kid?"
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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.
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
He is unresponsive, not even taking the plate. He stares into the distance, still rocking.
"Sounds good. Where ya from kid?"
She gets down in front of them, blocking their vision and looking into their eyes “Oliver? Oliver?” She asks pleadingly.
“Center o’ the Gnarly Desert, lived inside a giant movin’ lizard. How ‘bout ya?”
*Randomly watching Elden Ring videos despite not playing the game and I never will.*
(you not a fan of souls games?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Randomly watching Elden Ring videos despite not playing the game and I never will.*
*Awww. The game is fun tho..*
(define "fun")
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"It's okay momma." he mumbles, still rocking back and forth.
"Henry Applegate." he says, shaking his hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for Theren.*
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(does anyone want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
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. glad to see you.*
Thirteen enters the library, holding quite a few mineral samples in his arms. “Are you quite well?”
Yod is nearby, building a tiny model of Toronto.
Loriche walks up behind him, looking excited. “I think you’ve got it this time!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
"I hate runes." he grumbles.
Phoenix looks up from his scrapbook and smiles a bit.
Leo nods, a manic look in his eyes. "Yes yes yes I think I do!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is unresponsive, not even taking the plate. He stares into the distance, still rocking.
"Sounds good. Where ya from kid?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gets down in front of them, blocking their vision and looking into their eyes “Oliver? Oliver?” She asks pleadingly.
“Center o’ the Gnarly Desert, lived inside a giant movin’ lizard. How ‘bout ya?”
"Momma...why are there explosions out there..?"
"Texas." he says. "Well, Texas before the outbreak."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Randomly watching Elden Ring videos despite not playing the game and I never will.*
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 not a fan of souls games?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Awww. The game is fun tho..*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(define "fun")
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*yo anyone wanna RP?*
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.
“Orthography is the enemy of communication.”
Yod looks down at him. “What’s that?”
“Well then let’s get it going!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She turns to look there they were looking, making sure there aren't any explosions.
"Ah, heard 'bout that. Sorry ta hear that happenin''." He shakes his head
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.)
*-slowly slides characters-*
Theren is unhappily studying in the library. Piles of rune books surround him.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Phoenix is making a scrapbook for his husband. Photos surround him with so many memories held in them.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Leo is putting his finishing touches on Festus, praying that this will work out this time.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.