Thirteen is writing at the bar, drinking his green tea serenely.
Eito is floating on their back in the lake. Their light shines through the water, a ghostly star in a nightly expanse.
Yod is practicing archery with a bunch of different-sized fruits lined up on a fence two hundred feet away.
"Did I make it right?" saphuno asks carefully.
"Eito!" Omi calls out, walking on the surface towards them
The Puppy Prince only watches, loving the sport of archery.
"Of course. Thank you so much for helping to fuel my marinations on the mortal condition." He smiles reassuringly.
They look up, sinking forward and beginning to tread water. "Hello." They call, though their voice still sounds quiet.
Yod lets an arrow loose and it puts a clean hole in an old cantaloupe as he turns his head to look at Cevin, nodding at him.
"Anything for your hard earned silver." she chuckles. "What's the topic this time?"
"Doing some pondering?" he asks, crouching down and sitting on the water.
Cevin claps for them politely, smiling. "Glorious shot."
"The harmful and discriminatory aspects of the elven philosophy of reincarnation."
"Always. But I am also exerting my presence onto the physicality of the water. As shall we, it is born anew." They lift a hand, showing that the water around them has turned slightly paler and more viscous as it trails off of their cold velvet fingers.
"Most of them tend to be." He walks over. "Nice to see you."
"I'll pretend to understand that." she says, preparing him another mug of tea.
"And why are you doing that, if I may ask?"
"Nice to see you too, Yod." he stands up, smiling. His ears are pinned, though his tail jostles slightly.
"Basically, elven religion in regard to how our souls pass from body to body has been corrupted to discriminate against those of mixed elvish heritage, either condemning them as human thieves of elven souls or decrying them as elf bodies without spirits glorified by the gods. It's all very bigoted and I want to call attention to this harmful institution through formal writing."
"It serves as both ink that never degrades and my only real source of sustenance."
Yod notices this body language but doesn't react to it in any visible way. "Sorry, didn't mean to seem to ignore you. I was just real focused."
"I see." she nods, understanding truly. "And how much research have you done?"
"You actually need to eat?" he says, a bit astounded.
"No, I know the feeling. I love archery, and I know how much focus it needs." he smiles dismissively. "How've you been?"
"My whole life's worth. But then again, that's true of everything I write."
"It is less eating and more suffusing myself with the light of God that pours from out of me. Man cannot live off of bread alone." Eito swims over to the dock and clambers onto it, standing up gracefully and smiling.
"Good. Just working on my modeling and looking for contracts."
"Find a sweetheart yet?" she teases
"I don't even think I need to eat anything." he shrugs, following. "Still radiant as ever." he smiles, taking in their light.
"You're a model?" he asks, a soft blue flush.
"I've told you four times that I have no interest in sexual or romantic relationships." He sighs, bending over his papers to erase a few sentences.
"Thank you. I would think it would be irritating to the eye..."
Yod shakes his head. "No no no no, sorry. I was talking about my own models. I make little panoramas of cityscapes out of paper."
"I know, Thirteen. It was only a joke. Though, do you even have platonic relationships? friends?"
"No, you are the exact opposite." he stands next to them, placing a finger on their chin "Pleasing to look at, more so to speak with."
"Oh, right. I recall, I just..." he shakes his head. "had my mind elsewhere. What kind of contracts?"
"Of course! Theren, Scott, Caramel, you..."
Eito reaches out to clasp their other hand. "Thank you."
Yod raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. "Hits. Targets. Y'know."
"Four?" she asks, tilting her head. "You cant live life with your nose stuck in a book, pen in hand. Not unless you'll live forever like me. Go live a little, make friends! get drunk, kiss strangers!"
he squeezes their hand with his paw. He places a kiss on their cheek, smiling. "of course, your radiance~"
"Bounties." he says mischieviously.
"I write to improve the world, and I think that's a noble enough pursuit. And I don't drink because I'm trying to live long like you."
Eito kisses them back. "Such a title is not befitting of me."
"Eh. Less criminals and more just people other people want dead." He shrugs.
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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 kisses them back, “I did it because I love you, which is something I never expected I’d say. You mean the world to me.” He says, smiling at them, his fangs sharp.
She licks the blood from her lips and fangs, her eyes shining brighter for a moment, as she watches their wound heal.
*can I request Heriot?*
The house already begins to smell of weed, the infinity blunt seeming to permeate the walls. He takes another kiss, this one longer. "You broke my shell, made me talk. I owe you everything for that."
"I assume you don't do that and let the person live, huh?" he chuckles, leaning into her.
*Of course.*
Heriot is in the bar, drinking to release the stress she has built up training. Her muscles glisten after she was taking a swim.
“I was just being myself. I didn’t expect you to be the person I ended up loving, now we’re both in this, aren’t we?” He takes the kiss happily, returning the love.
“You are certainly one of the few in that aspect. Your blood is delicious, and your love makes it taste all the better. It only makes me want more of you~”
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
Malafasa rustles into the inn, moving to sit next to her.
Yod is walking around outside, his bow on his back, utterly chill.
She smiles at them, putting down her beer mug “Hello Malafasa, good to see you again.” She smiles.
Sparrow waves to them, blowing smoke rings “Howdy there pardner.”
"Hi." She says, smiling a little bit.
He nods to Sparrow, hands in his pockets.
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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 kisses them back, “I did it because I love you, which is something I never expected I’d say. You mean the world to me.” He says, smiling at them, his fangs sharp.
She licks the blood from her lips and fangs, her eyes shining brighter for a moment, as she watches their wound heal.
*can I request Heriot?*
The house already begins to smell of weed, the infinity blunt seeming to permeate the walls. He takes another kiss, this one longer. "You broke my shell, made me talk. I owe you everything for that."
"I assume you don't do that and let the person live, huh?" he chuckles, leaning into her.
*Of course.*
Heriot is in the bar, drinking to release the stress she has built up training. Her muscles glisten after she was taking a swim.
“I was just being myself. I didn’t expect you to be the person I ended up loving, now we’re both in this, aren’t we?” He takes the kiss happily, returning the love.
“You are certainly one of the few in that aspect. Your blood is delicious, and your love makes it taste all the better. It only makes me want more of you~”
Seasha approaches, still wearing owt but a loin cloth. She is very, very drunk. Liver damage drunk. "Heeeeeeeyyyyy cutie!.."
"The demon and the kush seller." he chuckles, smiling softly
"Then, how about now? Right here?~"
She smiles back at them, moving for them to sit down “How drunk are you Seasha, my love?” She asks, drunk herself, but able to take it.
“The love story no one ever expected, which makes it amazing.”
She smiles and nods “If you want to, I’d love to~” (Pm? Implied?)
*Dang, I’m hurt, Thirteen didn’t mention Damian among his friends.*
*you missed a key point in that interaction*
*Of course I did, Damian would’ve done the same.*
* "Four?" she asks, tilting her head. "You cant live life with your nose stuck in a book, pen in hand. Not unless you'll live forever like me. Go live a little, make friends! get drunk, kiss strangers!"*
*Well she did interrupt him before he finished naming all of his friends, and if I remember correctly, Thirteen is centuries old, I don’t think he cares much about that sort of thing anymore.*
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
Malafasa rustles into the inn, moving to sit next to her.
Yod is walking around outside, his bow on his back, utterly chill.
She smiles at them, putting down her beer mug “Hello Malafasa, good to see you again.” She smiles.
Sparrow waves to them, blowing smoke rings “Howdy there pardner.”
"Hi." She says, smiling a little bit.
He nods to Sparrow, hands in his pockets.
“Would you like a drink? I’m on my… twenty somethingth.”
“What’re ya doin’ ‘round these parts? Havin’ yerself a walk through the woods? Just takin’ a stroll?”
*Dang, I’m hurt, Thirteen didn’t mention Damian among his friends.*
*you missed a key point in that interaction*
*Of course I did, Damian would’ve done the same.*
* "Four?" she asks, tilting her head. "You cant live life with your nose stuck in a book, pen in hand. Not unless you'll live forever like me. Go live a little, make friends! get drunk, kiss strangers!"*
*Well she did interrupt him before he finished naming all of his friends, and if I remember correctly, Thirteen is centuries old, I don’t think he cares much about that sort of thing anymore.*
*you're missing my implication, husband. She's a secret demi-god.*
*Ah, that I did not know, seems I am missing some things. I missed that sentence.*
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*He was just starting to list them, that was just a segment*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I write to improve the world, and I think that's a noble enough pursuit. And I don't drink because I'm trying to live long like you."
Eito kisses them back. "Such a title is not befitting of me."
"Eh. Less criminals and more just people other people want dead." He shrugs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course.*
Heriot is in the bar, drinking to release the stress she has built up training. Her muscles glisten after she was taking a swim.
“I was just being myself. I didn’t expect you to be the person I ended up loving, now we’re both in this, aren’t we?” He takes the kiss happily, returning the love.
“You are certainly one of the few in that aspect. Your blood is delicious, and your love makes it taste all the better. It only makes me want more of you~”
*Of course I did, Damian would’ve done the same.*
*Alan Wake, the only man who is able to pull off the sad puppy look.*
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 CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, DEARIE~*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*The man constantly looks like he's been kicked for saying 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
"Hi." She says, smiling a little bit.
He nods to Sparrow, hands in his pockets.
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 smiles back at them, moving for them to sit down “How drunk are you Seasha, my love?” She asks, drunk herself, but able to take it.
“The love story no one ever expected, which makes it amazing.”
She smiles and nods “If you want to, I’d love to~” (Pm? Implied?)
*Well she did interrupt him before he finished naming all of his friends, and if I remember correctly, Thirteen is centuries old, I don’t think he cares much about that sort of thing anymore.*
*He probably has*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Would you like a drink? I’m on my… twenty somethingth.”
“What’re ya doin’ ‘round these parts? Havin’ yerself a walk through the woods? Just takin’ a stroll?”
*Ah, that I did not know, seems I am missing some things. I missed that sentence.*