*I’m sorry, I’m actually here now, does anyone want to rp, or am I alone?*
*Salem? What about you?*
*yeah gimme heriot and 2-3 randoms*
*Hmm, okay.*
Heriot is doing some pushups at her campsite, eyes closed, focused entirely on the workout.
Rag is meditating next to the Inn, though he’s the size of a building himself, he tries his best to keep his heat down.
Ambrosia looks out the window, and sees that they have arrived at their destination, a manor, that somehow is in the Feywild, when did they get to the Feywild?
He shakes his head “Sorry, how did you end up here, was just seeing somethin’.”
He chuckles at that “It’s okay.”
Lify smiles
Hyacinth is clearly confused, but doesn't want to say anything that might be rude
"So, do ya wanna just sit here and talk?"
He puts his phone back in his pocket “My sister will be at the wedding.”
He sighs “I’m sorry, I… went through something a time ago, an’ now I see that pain on others, even if it ain’t there.”
He leans back on his seat “Sure, if you want to.”
"Okay" She smiles at the word wedding, happy that she's gonna marry him
"Ah. Wanna talk about it?"
"Hmm. Ya have any neat stories of things that happened throughout your life?" *Basically just drop lore if ya want to*
He gives them another kiss, hugging them “The rest of our lives together, amazing huh?”
He shakes his head “Ya don’t have ta waste yer time dealin’ with me.”
He explains the story of his life, raised among other goat people, and having a bizarre aptitude for fire, which made him a bit of an outcast, that with his… femininity led to him not being the most liked.
Mauric, now in Saphuno’s position, is serving and preparing with ease
Yod is re-stringing his bow.
Eito is in the library, poring over old literature.
Domino walks into the kitchen, humming. "Hey, Mo- Uhh..."
Cevin is at the range, shooting a 6 cylinder
One of the books he finds is written by "Nine-Tailed Omi, Autumnal Admirer."
“It’s just Mauric. Good to see you.” He smiles.
Yod looks up at him and waves.
They take it and begin reading.
"Hey, M." she says, smiling back. "New gig, huh?"
He empties the cylinder of shells, setting the gun down. "Greetings, love!" he says, waving back
The book is written similarly to the other one before, but every 2 pages, there's a page that makes no sense...
“Just trying to help out your mother for now. And it’s nothing new to me, really.”
“I didn’t know you were a sharpshooter or anything. That’s cool.”
Eito pauses to examine these curious Dadaistic inserts.
"New compared to moppin' the floors and stuff. I'm surprised she lets anybody but her cook in here." she shrugs
"I shoot when i'm angry, or preparing to kill somebody." he admits
the inserts are of all kinds, entries from Omi's siblings, friends, and some pages even scribbled in by previous owners of the book. The 8th nonsensical passage is... A diary entry from Omi himself.
“Well, hopefully, I can lend my own touch to the dishes without shaking things up too much. I’m not trying to take over or anything.”
“I think those are the average times when people do that.”
Eito begins to peruse this diary entry, intrigued.
"You'll do great." she says, getting into the fridge
"Can you guess which one I am?" he asks, kicking a shell away and reloading
"It's half past the witching hour on feb'ruary the twelveth, Father's Year of 704... She haunts me, and won't let me sleep. She claims to love me, and I care for her. She hurts me so the way she acts about my siblings, and the way she treats my animals. I've fed them all my blood to speed up their healing, and the pain of doing so felt better than the pain she burdens me with... if this is how mortal women are, i'm afraid I must shy away from them. I-" the rest is cut off, smudged by water, blood, and dirt.
“That’s not what I’m concerned about.”
“…angry?”
Eito closes the book and gathers up their scrolls and sword, and hurries to Omi’s house.
"Then whats your concern?.."
"yeah.." he says, a bit sad. "D'you want to go out again? I really like you....r company."
Omi is inside, watching T.V. The door is unlocked.
He shrugs. “I’m just worried that things will go wrong if I’m not doing my other duties. What if the phase spiders start nesting in the basement??”
“Of course. And Cevin…” Yod gets up and walks over to you in a few quick strides. “…you don’t need to act like you’re just being my friend. I’d be glad to date you if you’d let me. And to be honest, you’re not really even trying to hide it anyway.”
Eito slips inside and silently walks up behind him. However, their light is clearly visible from wherever they stand in the room.
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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
He puts his phone back in his pocket “My sister will be at the wedding.”
He sighs “I’m sorry, I… went through something a time ago, an’ now I see that pain on others, even if it ain’t there.”
He leans back on his seat “Sure, if you want to.”
*Salem? What about you?*
*Ello*
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
*Hello Wendi, good to see you.*
"Okay" She smiles at the word wedding, happy that she's gonna marry him
"Ah. Wanna talk about it?"
"Hmm. Ya have any neat stories of things that happened throughout your life?" *Basically just drop lore if ya want to*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*certainly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hi!!!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut with Salem*
Hyacinth looks thinks for a moment "Hi"
"Nice to meet ya"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Hmm, okay.*
Heriot is doing some pushups at her campsite, eyes closed, focused entirely on the workout.
Rag is meditating next to the Inn, though he’s the size of a building himself, he tries his best to keep his heat down.
Ambrosia looks out the window, and sees that they have arrived at their destination, a manor, that somehow is in the Feywild, when did they get to the Feywild?
*Who would you like?*
"Uh... what is your name?" A little robotic urd (kobold with wings) pops out of a pouch on her tail
"Mint. You?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
He gives them another kiss, hugging them “The rest of our lives together, amazing huh?”
He shakes his head “Ya don’t have ta waste yer time dealin’ with me.”
He explains the story of his life, raised among other goat people, and having a bizarre aptitude for fire, which made him a bit of an outcast, that with his… femininity led to him not being the most liked.
He shrugs. “I’m just worried that things will go wrong if I’m not doing my other duties. What if the phase spiders start nesting in the basement??”
“Of course. And Cevin…” Yod gets up and walks over to you in a few quick strides. “…you don’t need to act like you’re just being my friend. I’d be glad to date you if you’d let me. And to be honest, you’re not really even trying to hide it anyway.”
Eito slips inside and silently walks up behind him. However, their light is clearly visible from wherever they stand in the room.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how are ya)
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
*Marie and Ambrosia*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.