*Tarra, I’m fine, honestly, that gives me more reason to worry about you. I’m perfectly fine, a little tired, but I’m happy to rp, if you want to.*
*Okay. Well than, uh I will give you Wind, Basil, and Chef Grumble*
Wind is wandering around on a tree, dropping apples in holes in the ground
Basil is walking around in the inn
The chef has finished cooking the phase spider into the maximum quality, a thing that took two days
An arrow flies by their head, thunking into a nearby tree as they hear someone reloading a second shot.
They can feel that someone is watching them from nearby.
Winston (An old human man in plate armor walks over to them) sitting down and watching them cook the phase spider.
Wind quickly gets down from they tree "HEY! I NEED MY HEAD TO CAUSE MORE CHAOS!!!"
Basil looks around to try and find them
The lizardfolk cuts off some of it "Want some?"
They see a Wood Elf with an arbalest around Wind’s own age, pointing it down at them “Chaos?” She tilts her head, her voice militaristically trained.
They see a Wendigo, their skull cramped violently into the skull of a deep, dripping blood constantly, watching them.
He takes it silently, watching them with his own good eye as he bites into it “Thank you.”
"Yeah?"
"You good?" Basil looks to them "Do ya need anything?"
The chef smile "Do ya like it, mate!?" They say, proudly
“Then why should I let you live?” She cocks back the bolt.
The blood continues to drip as they tear their out mouth open, their voice raspy “N…no…”
He makes a singular nod “It is good, reminds me of home.”
"Seriously. What in the nine hells did I do to you?"
"Well, do ya wanna drink?"
Chef Grumble sits and takes a few bites or his own "Okay. Do ya want somethin' else to also have?"
“Nothing until you started talking about Chaos, I just accidentally almost shot you. You know, you’re kinda cute, but that isn’t gonna save you. Now answer the question.”
It shakes his head, “I must… protect… the child…”
“I’m not going to gorge myself on anything, but thank you for the offer.” He finishes his own “You are a good chef.”
*Took even less time than I expected, considering I did most of it yesterday. Does anyone want to rp? If not I'll be disappearing somewhere else.*
*I'm here kinda.*
*Do you wanna rp? I would understand if you wouldn’t.*
*Sure! Who do you want?*
*I don’t really got a preference, sorry. Do you?*
*Not really *
*Well that isn’t great huh? Guess I’ll just chuck out some people.*
Tengen is torturing someone in the woods, they try to run, but they couldn’t possibly escape them as he strikes fear into their hearts. Eventually he corners them, and begins to cut them apart. He's wearing his armor, his mask and eyes blazing with hellfire as his horns peek through the helm.
Sparrow is at his house, making some cookies to keep him mind off of everything, drinking from his flask as he does. Hes wearing his usual clothes, along with some heart covered mittens and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, his eyes tired.
Max, who is half rotted and half insane, is watching his own arm regrow each time he chops it off.
The door opens and a man stands there, dressed in a black suit. He spins a cane made of cubic glass formations.
He stops torturing the man when he finally notices Max, sticking the person to the rock they were pressed against and walking over to them.
Sparrow doesn’t waste time trying to talk to them, quickdrawing Rosemary “Either explain what yer here fer, or learn how many bullets are in this here gun.”
Max looks up, tilting their skeletal head.
He raises his hands "You don't recognize your own partner?" He looks hurt almost "Also, those bullets I made you definitely hurt me, I wanted to be sure you would able to kill me if anything happened."
He stops them from chopping off their arm again, looking at them with concern.
He puts down Rosemary, rubbing the bridge of his nose “When ya can shape shift an’ change bodies, it’s a lil hard ta recognize ya, an’ secondly, I shouldn’t be able ta kill ya, even if I wanted ta.” He pulls out a tray of cookies, putting them down to cool “Now get over here so I can give ya a kiss.”
Max's bones creak as he stands up, moving his hand away from their grip.
"Soul transfer but close enough." He nods and walks over to help him.
"Ah. I see" Mint has a slight relived smile
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.
*Cut for Tarra.*
*Tarra, I’m fine, honestly, that gives me more reason to worry about you. I’m perfectly fine, a little tired, but I’m happy to rp, if you want to.*
*Okay. Well than, uh I will give you Wind, Basil, and Chef Grumble*
Wind is wandering around on a tree, dropping apples in holes in the ground
Basil is walking around in the inn
The chef has finished cooking the phase spider into the maximum quality, a thing that took two days
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.
An arrow flies by their head, thunking into a nearby tree as they hear someone reloading a second shot.
They can feel that someone is watching them from nearby.
Winston (An old human man in plate armor walks over to them) sitting down and watching them cook the phase spider.
Wind quickly gets down from they tree "HEY! I NEED MY HEAD TO CAUSE MORE CHAOS!!!"
Basil looks around to try and find them
The lizardfolk cuts off some of it "Want some?"
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.
They see a Wood Elf with an arbalest around Wind’s own age, pointing it down at them “Chaos?” She tilts her head, her voice militaristically trained.
They see a Wendigo, their skull cramped violently into the skull of a deep, dripping blood constantly, watching them.
He takes it silently, watching them with his own good eye as he bites into it “Thank you.”
"Yeah?"
"You good?" Basil looks to them "Do ya need anything?"
The chef smile "Do ya like it, mate!?" They say, proudly
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.
“Then why should I let you live?” She cocks back the bolt.
The blood continues to drip as they tear their out mouth open, their voice raspy “N…no…”
He makes a singular nod “It is good, reminds me of home.”
"Seriously. What in the nine hells did I do to you?"
"Well, do ya wanna drink?"
Chef Grumble sits and takes a few bites or his own "Okay. Do ya want somethin' else to also have?"
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.
*Ello, I'm back after crying my eyes out.*
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
*gtg*
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.
“Nothing until you started talking about Chaos, I just accidentally almost shot you. You know, you’re kinda cute, but that isn’t gonna save you. Now answer the question.”
It shakes his head, “I must… protect… the child…”
“I’m not going to gorge myself on anything, but thank you for the offer.” He finishes his own “You are a good chef.”
*You were crying your eyes out? Do you wanna talk? Or just rp?*
Max's bones creak as he stands up, moving his hand away from their grip.
"Soul transfer but close enough." He nods and walks over to help him.
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.*
He lets them move their hand away, but still looks at them concerned “It’s okay, it’s just Tengen, remember?”
He gives them a kiss, before letting the cookies cool, taking off his gloves and apron.
He nods slowly and look up again, his body glowing a sickly green from deep within his chest.
He sits down and fixes his tie "Very sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that." He smiles, and unnatural amount of teeth glinting.
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
*Are you okay Wendi? I’m worried.*
He takes off his mask and helm, looking at their chest “I know I can’t help you, but if you ever need someone to sit with, I’ll be easy to find.”
“Don’t be… I’m just tired, I love ya an’ all that, but it’s a lot fer this cowboy from the country.” He says, sitting down next to them.
*Hey, let’s start an rp, I don’t have long.*
*RELISH*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.