*wanna rp? if so, please, pick the ones you desire*
*Man… picking characters is hard. How about we each pick one from the other’s roster?*
*gimme don*
*gimme… X I guess.*
Donquixote has just bought a beach front property in Hell, and is moving his things inside as the waves of the sea of blood softly lap against the bone sand.
*wanna rp? if so, please, pick the ones you desire*
*Man… picking characters is hard. How about we each pick one from the other’s roster?*
*gimme don*
*gimme… X I guess.*
Donquixote has just bought a beach front property in Hell, and is moving his things inside as the waves of the sea of blood softly lap against the bone sand.
Zephyr, though usually unlikened to water, jumps into the sea of blood, wearing only his shorts and underwear.
X is reading through Ambrosia/Duchess's book, humming.
Don watches from the ocean front before sighing. He tosses his shirt to the side, taking off his sword as well, jumping in after them, and sinking like a rock.
Ambrosia walks in, hands covered in blood as she sits next to them and sips a glass of wine.
*wanna rp? if so, please, pick the ones you desire*
*Man… picking characters is hard. How about we each pick one from the other’s roster?*
*gimme don*
*gimme… X I guess.*
Donquixote has just bought a beach front property in Hell, and is moving his things inside as the waves of the sea of blood softly lap against the bone sand.
Zephyr, though usually unlikened to water, jumps into the sea of blood, wearing only his shorts and underwear.
X is reading through Ambrosia/Duchess's book, humming.
Don watches from the ocean front before sighing. He tosses his shirt to the side, taking off his sword as well, jumping in after them, and sinking like a rock.
Ambrosia walks in, hands covered in blood as she sits next to them and sips a glass of wine.
"Oh that's not good." Zephyr says, floating on the surface.
"Hello, my love." he says without looking up from the book
Don pushes himself back up to the surface, climbing out of the blood, his hair draping over his face “Turns out I can’t swim.” He chuckles.
She smiles at them “Oh that’s a particularly good chapter. How are you feeling, my dear? I just got back from a hunt.”
*gimme… X I guess.*
Donquixote has just bought a beach front property in Hell, and is moving his things inside as the waves of the sea of blood softly lap against the bone sand.
*Hell yeah, everyone aboard the 'lets bully Yuri into going insane' train! She's gonna lose Oswald and have a mental break!!*
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
*…Excuse me? What?*
*Shennanagins*
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
*Ah, of course, Nevermind then.*
*And also Stroth, we are bullying Stroth,
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
Don watches from the ocean front before sighing. He tosses his shirt to the side, taking off his sword as well, jumping in after them, and sinking like a rock.
Ambrosia walks in, hands covered in blood as she sits next to them and sips a glass of wine.
*Oh well I have to be against that, even if I can’t stop it, I will protest.*
*We be bringing back the Brand*
*As a zombie slave monster*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Don pushes himself back up to the surface, climbing out of the blood, his hair draping over his face “Turns out I can’t swim.” He chuckles.
She smiles at them “Oh that’s a particularly good chapter. How are you feeling, my dear? I just got back from a hunt.”
*I protest! I think Stroth deserves her happy ending, I might have Sparrow do everything he can to stop it.*
*But doesn't she deserve her real son back? Not some fiendish facsimile?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*…Well [gp]… I don’t know what to do anymore… I half way protest!*
*YAAAAAAAH TrAuMa*
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 Salem.*
He couchs off some of the blood back into the sea “It’s okay, though I think I’ll stick to the land. I’ll go set up the hammock.” He stands up.
She licks her fangs “Oh really~” She sips her wine and leaning against them “I am happy you are enjoying it.”
*My favorite part of character development. Yay.*