The spirit had started moving to get her some fresh hot fish out of the fryer for her before she even got close. He offers her a veritable bouquet of fish, calamari, and all sorts of seafood. He gives her a gentle smile. "Thank you for coming, ma'am. I hope this will sate your appetite. I'm afraid we don't have lemons or sauce this week."
"All good honey! Just hungry for something fried." She devours it in less than a few seconds.
It's hot and it's good, especially for just some fried and breaded fish. It's very fresh, too. He looks a bit surprised, but not much. "You've got quite an appetite!" He begins to prepare some more cones. "My name is Scartosso. I have sauce and lemons when I can afford them, but business has been slow this week. You should see this place after Christmas or Easter, though!"
"Or Wednesday days or Fridays. Pescetarians and all that." She laughs a bit.
He takes a fighting stance with his bare hands, “Whatever ya are ready, love.”
She smirks as, suddenly, lightning shoots over her hair, a wreath of storm clouds forming around her crown like a halo. She bounces on her feet, electrical energy forming from the movement.
He looks at the storm clouds, and before smiling in a combative sort of way, shifting his foot stance to be more defensive. His hands become fists as he prepares to fight, rolling his shoulders. (Pure rp or roll init?)
*Pure RP*
She seems to do the same, mimicking him in a way. In fact, even the thunderous way she shifts is exactly like him. She smiles at him and rubs her hands, sending out a bolt of lightning towards him. It doesn't exactly hit him, more so giving him a little shock.
His hair shoots up the moment the bolt lands on him even a fraction, sending out a thunderous wave of force that pushes her back. He drops low, charging in her a sort of football stance, attempting to get her feet from underneath her, wrestling her to the ground.
She allows this, falling backwards and laughing a bit. She wrestles him to the side, trying to pin him.
He does what he can to slip through her grasp and emerge on top, surprisingly flexible for someone so large, though he doesn’t try to pin her yet.
She grins and grabs him by the hips, flipping him over and pinning to the ground.
The grass and earth around them seems to lift them both up as his eyes glow even more green as she controls the surroundings, flipping them both over, pinning her, smiling wide, “Gotcha!”
She bursts out laughing a bit and nods "You did, well done." She smiles.
Mac is playing with dominos, making a domino chain. *Mac is 5'7, scrawny lil goober with scars, punk rock femboy clothes, dark grey fur with grey spots*
The twin boys are walking now, wielding pretend swords, aspiring to be like their father
*uhhh idk who else*
Mac can see a very tall, almost 8 ft, woman walking past him. She has a large afro made of dark blue hair that turns light blue in an ombre effect at the ends. Her skin is the color of coffee mixed with milk and dappled with light blue scales. She wears a black tank-top that accents her curves and a pair of black shorts. She walks over to the bar, ordering a glass bottle of water.
He watches her walking to the bar, and quickly scoops up some of the dominos that are in her way. "S-sorry."
She nods and smiles, quietly stepping over them as not to disturb their work
He takes a fighting stance with his bare hands, “Whatever ya are ready, love.”
She smirks as, suddenly, lightning shoots over her hair, a wreath of storm clouds forming around her crown like a halo. She bounces on her feet, electrical energy forming from the movement.
He looks at the storm clouds, and before smiling in a combative sort of way, shifting his foot stance to be more defensive. His hands become fists as he prepares to fight, rolling his shoulders. (Pure rp or roll init?)
*Pure RP*
She seems to do the same, mimicking him in a way. In fact, even the thunderous way she shifts is exactly like him. She smiles at him and rubs her hands, sending out a bolt of lightning towards him. It doesn't exactly hit him, more so giving him a little shock.
His hair shoots up the moment the bolt lands on him even a fraction, sending out a thunderous wave of force that pushes her back. He drops low, charging in her a sort of football stance, attempting to get her feet from underneath her, wrestling her to the ground.
She allows this, falling backwards and laughing a bit. She wrestles him to the side, trying to pin him.
He does what he can to slip through her grasp and emerge on top, surprisingly flexible for someone so large, though he doesn’t try to pin her yet.
She grins and grabs him by the hips, flipping him over and pinning to the ground.
The grass and earth around them seems to lift them both up as his eyes glow even more green as she controls the surroundings, flipping them both over, pinning her, smiling wide, “Gotcha!”
She bursts out laughing a bit and nods "You did, well done." She smiles.
He gets up, sweating a little bit from the wrestling effort, taking some breathes, smiling more than he usually does, less shy, though he doesn’t seem to notice.
He takes a fighting stance with his bare hands, “Whatever ya are ready, love.”
She smirks as, suddenly, lightning shoots over her hair, a wreath of storm clouds forming around her crown like a halo. She bounces on her feet, electrical energy forming from the movement.
He looks at the storm clouds, and before smiling in a combative sort of way, shifting his foot stance to be more defensive. His hands become fists as he prepares to fight, rolling his shoulders. (Pure rp or roll init?)
*Pure RP*
She seems to do the same, mimicking him in a way. In fact, even the thunderous way she shifts is exactly like him. She smiles at him and rubs her hands, sending out a bolt of lightning towards him. It doesn't exactly hit him, more so giving him a little shock.
His hair shoots up the moment the bolt lands on him even a fraction, sending out a thunderous wave of force that pushes her back. He drops low, charging in her a sort of football stance, attempting to get her feet from underneath her, wrestling her to the ground.
She allows this, falling backwards and laughing a bit. She wrestles him to the side, trying to pin him.
He does what he can to slip through her grasp and emerge on top, surprisingly flexible for someone so large, though he doesn’t try to pin her yet.
She grins and grabs him by the hips, flipping him over and pinning to the ground.
The grass and earth around them seems to lift them both up as his eyes glow even more green as she controls the surroundings, flipping them both over, pinning her, smiling wide, “Gotcha!”
She bursts out laughing a bit and nods "You did, well done." She smiles.
He gets up, sweating a little bit from the wrestling effort, taking some breathes, smiling more than he usually does, less shy, though he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Friend o’ mine, tried ta prove he was a better shot than me when we met.”
She nods along with their words, deeply interested by this story, and especially by one particular part “The Crown? How could someone such as you get overwhelmed? You are so powerful indeed, and even more than that.”
"And was he?"
"Pfft. Take a look at this." She points at her wide, pale, fishlike eyes. "See these? I can peer over twelve miles without squinting and still read twelve-point font letters. You know what it feels like to see so many things at once in such detail?
He raises an eyebrow “What do ya think? Ya gonna doubt these fingers?” He holds up his hands.
She looks deeply into their eyes, for a moment simply admiring them visibly before nodding “That must be a truly awful curse, though your eyes are beautiful indeed. I am sorry that you must deal with that.”
"No, not really."
"Oh it's worse than that. Hearing. Taste. Touch. Smell. All of it."
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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.
Mac is playing with dominos, making a domino chain. *Mac is 5'7, scrawny lil goober with scars, punk rock femboy clothes, dark grey fur with grey spots*
The twin boys are walking now, wielding pretend swords, aspiring to be like their father
*uhhh idk who else*
Mac can see a very tall, almost 8 ft, woman walking past him. She has a large afro made of dark blue hair that turns light blue in an ombre effect at the ends. Her skin is the color of coffee mixed with milk and dappled with light blue scales. She wears a black tank-top that accents her curves and a pair of black shorts. She walks over to the bar, ordering a glass bottle of water.
He watches her walking to the bar, and quickly scoops up some of the dominos that are in her way. "S-sorry."
She nods and smiles, quietly stepping over them as not to disturb their work
"Uh..." he seems as though he's got something to say, but then he pauses, clearing the dominos, packing them away.
She raises a brow and crouches beside them "What are you doing?" She asks, genuinely curious.
“Friend o’ mine, tried ta prove he was a better shot than me when we met.”
She nods along with their words, deeply interested by this story, and especially by one particular part “The Crown? How could someone such as you get overwhelmed? You are so powerful indeed, and even more than that.”
"And was he?"
"Pfft. Take a look at this." She points at her wide, pale, fishlike eyes. "See these? I can peer over twelve miles without squinting and still read twelve-point font letters. You know what it feels like to see so many things at once in such detail?
He raises an eyebrow “What do ya think? Ya gonna doubt these fingers?” He holds up his hands.
She looks deeply into their eyes, for a moment simply admiring them visibly before nodding “That must be a truly awful curse, though your eyes are beautiful indeed. I am sorry that you must deal with that.”
"No, not really."
"Oh it's worse than that. Hearing. Taste. Touch. Smell. All of it."
He chuckles “Fer good reason, beat ‘em. Speakin’ o’ fightin’ I ain’t never seen ya fight befer.”
She looks truly sympathetic, but keeps herself from reaching out to them unprompted “Everything? That is deeply awful, I am so, very sorry.”
He gives them a flat look, before giving them a wide grin “With how long I’ve lived, what do you think?” He boops their nose.
He reaches out to her, taking one of her hands, the crackling lightning usually in his hair entirely missing, the light glowing slightly faded.
He passes them the hatchling “Hold ‘em for a second, I got somethin’ fer ya.” He walks out, coming back with a cup filled with something.
"I think no, because you're a saint and would do no harm to anybody, like a good boy." he says, snickering after
"Don't you f[GP]ing die, okay?..." she says, sniffling and wiping up more blood.
The child cries when not in Thane's care, only slightly. The Raigaar doesn't care, only holding the child carefully. "Whussat? Summat to fix me 'p?"
“I wouldn’t call you a liar, but nor would I say any of that true.” He says with a smile, giving them a kiss on the forehead, “I love you.”
He nods weakly, after a while all of the blood is wiped off of him, “I’ll… try not to… for you…”
He puts the drink down on the table, or at least it is probably a drink, though it doesn’t smell like one. He takes the hatchling back, comforting and cooing them.
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*Whoops, double post, anyway, does anyone else want to roleplay? Or add to current rps?*
"Or Wednesday days or Fridays. Pescetarians and all that." She laughs a bit.
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
She bursts out laughing a bit and nods "You did, well done." She smiles.
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 gives them a flat look, before giving them a wide grin “With how long I’ve lived, what do you think?” He boops their nose.
He reaches out to her, taking one of her hands, the crackling lightning usually in his hair entirely missing, the light glowing slightly faded.
He passes them the hatchling “Hold ‘em for a second, I got somethin’ fer ya.” He walks out, coming back with a cup filled with something.
*I would like to.*
*I introduced my pigge, if that interests you at all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods and smiles, quietly stepping over them as not to disturb their work
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
He gets up, sweating a little bit from the wrestling effort, taking some breathes, smiling more than he usually does, less shy, though he doesn’t seem to notice.
*I haven’t yet seen this piggy, but anyone you have made I would love to rp with, would you like anyone?*
She sits up and smiles, kissing his forehead.
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
"No, not really."
"Oh it's worse than that. Hearing. Taste. Touch. Smell. All of it."
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 raises a brow and crouches beside them "What are you doing?" She asks, genuinely curious.
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 Wendi.*
The confidence immediately fades into a happy shyness at her kiss, sitting down next to them, “That… was fun.”
"Still nice..."
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 chuckles “Fer good reason, beat ‘em. Speakin’ o’ fightin’ I ain’t never seen ya fight befer.”
She looks truly sympathetic, but keeps herself from reaching out to them unprompted “Everything? That is deeply awful, I am so, very sorry.”
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 wouldn’t call you a liar, but nor would I say any of that true.” He says with a smile, giving them a kiss on the forehead, “I love you.”
He nods weakly, after a while all of the blood is wiped off of him, “I’ll… try not to… for you…”
He puts the drink down on the table, or at least it is probably a drink, though it doesn’t smell like one. He takes the hatchling back, comforting and cooing them.