*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
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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.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
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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.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
“Good, good... I just… wasn’t thinking it’d be so different when I left…” She yelps as she is hoisted into the air.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
“Good, good... I just… wasn’t thinking it’d be so different when I left…” She yelps as she is hoisted into the air.
After a couple minutes, Malafasa reaches a huge tree that's fallen onto its side. The snaking roots that form a circular shape have been twisted together and supported by numerous other branches to form a sort of nest, insulated from the wind and the cold.
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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.
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
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
*Morning. Low-energy, no breakfast, and about to down a monster*
Theren is sitting inside playing his guitar. His fingers dancing over the strings with practised ease.
Phoenix is grumpy and drinking coffee. Jack didn't show to their date and he's very clearly upset about that.
Leo and Festus are sitting outside the forge munching on breakfast. Leo kicks his feet like a little kid as he sits on the edge of the wall.
The Creature in the Woods has escaped Merabelle's cave and is back in its territory. It is hunting for food.
-new character-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
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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.
*Morning. Low-energy, no breakfast, and about to down a monster*
The Creature in the Woods has escaped Merabelle's cave and is back in its territory. It is hunting for food.
-new character-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Loriche is out searching for it, armed to the teeth.
Yod is making his way through the city, looking for someone.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Morning. Low-energy, no breakfast, and about to down a monster*
The Creature in the Woods has escaped Merabelle's cave and is back in its territory. It is hunting for food.
-new character-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Loriche is out searching for it, armed to the teeth.
Yod is making his way through the city, looking for someone.
There is the sound of bones crunching nearby.
Yod feels his pockets become very suddenly lighter as his coins vanish
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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.
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Good, good... I just… wasn’t thinking it’d be so different when I left…” She yelps as she is hoisted into the air.
*yo I'ma RP in the mornin' yall! :3*
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After a couple minutes, Malafasa reaches a huge tree that's fallen onto its side. The snaking roots that form a circular shape have been twisted together and supported by numerous other branches to form a sort of nest, insulated from the wind and the cold.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning, I awoke to a hot water main break downstairs and now I have to clean it up.*
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 no. I’m so sorry.*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It's all good now :). Put a bucket under some pipes.*
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
(morning wendi)
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
*Morning buddy*
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
*That’s good to hear. How’re you doing?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(how are you doing)
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
*Morning. Low-energy, no breakfast, and about to down a monster*
Theren is sitting inside playing his guitar. His fingers dancing over the strings with practised ease.
Phoenix is grumpy and drinking coffee. Jack didn't show to their date and he's very clearly upset about that.
Leo and Festus are sitting outside the forge munching on breakfast. Leo kicks his feet like a little kid as he sits on the edge of the wall.
The Creature in the Woods has escaped Merabelle's cave and is back in its territory. It is hunting for food.
-new character-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello there thanks for checking in I"m still a piece of garbage*
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*Not exactly good but not bad either. Tired overall.*
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
Loriche is out searching for it, armed to the teeth.
Yod is making his way through the city, looking for someone.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
There is the sound of bones crunching nearby.
Yod feels his pockets become very suddenly lighter as his coins vanish
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well, better than bad at least*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.