*also btw we need to a jax-marie ASAP, jester. Him's not doing so hot.*
*Excuse me? And you don’t want me to try and kill Damian, not fair. I don’t have too much time, maybe tomorrow?*
*he wont die, he's just... adjusting to something.*
*I don’t like the sound of that, and now would be a good time to kill Damian, right before I go. You could bring him back if you want, he’s gonna die though, I’ve decided it.*
*I’m sorry, I’m actually here now, does anyone want to rp, or am I alone?*
*you’re never alone. just check your closet*
*Unfortunately, I cannot, would you like to rp?*
*certainly*
*Who would you like?*
*Marie and Ambrosia*
*Of course.*
Marie is sitting in the graveyard where she met Jax, reminiscing on that day, and what it has led to, tossing knives into the air.
Ambrosia is having a drink outside of the Inn, sipping her blood wine, and thinking to herself about something.
Thirteen enters the yard, seemingly looking for something amid the headstones.
Ssuddenly, Rio materializes behind her. “Hiya.”
She throws a knife at one of the headstones they are looking at by accident, barely missing them “Oh, sorry.”
Ambrosia raises an eyebrow, her head twisting without her body following “Oh, didn’t you bite me? That’s usually what I do.”
“No consequence.” He responds distractedly. He crosses the yard over to a particularly rundown and smoothed headstone, staring down at the patch while taking out his journal.
“I don’t think I did that. I’d remember a face like yours, especially if it was in an expression of pain.”
*I did reply to that, it’s only a little off, could you get it? I’m on mobile.*
*also btw we need to a jax-marie ASAP, jester. Him's not doing so hot.*
*Excuse me? And you don’t want me to try and kill Damian, not fair. I don’t have too much time, maybe tomorrow?*
*he wont die, he's just... adjusting to something.*
*I don’t like the sound of that, and now would be a good time to kill Damian, right before I go. You could bring him back if you want, he’s gonna die though, I’ve decided it.*
*okok fine please don't kill him. Jax has Fenrir blood and needs to realign back with Yuki, and with Omi to balance himself out.*
*Nope, I’ve decided it, Damian dies tonight, of course someone will probably bring him back from the dead, it’s just like how Felix died, if it’s an interest way to bring him back, I’ll entirely allow it. That’s cool though.*
*I’m sorry, I’m actually here now, does anyone want to rp, or am I alone?*
*you’re never alone. just check your closet*
*Unfortunately, I cannot, would you like to rp?*
*certainly*
*Who would you like?*
*Marie and Ambrosia*
*Of course.*
Marie is sitting in the graveyard where she met Jax, reminiscing on that day, and what it has led to, tossing knives into the air.
Ambrosia is having a drink outside of the Inn, sipping her blood wine, and thinking to herself about something.
Thirteen enters the yard, seemingly looking for something amid the headstones.
Ssuddenly, Rio materializes behind her. “Hiya.”
She throws a knife at one of the headstones they are looking at by accident, barely missing them “Oh, sorry.”
Ambrosia raises an eyebrow, her head twisting without her body following “Oh, didn’t you bite me? That’s usually what I do.”
“No consequence.” He responds distractedly. He crosses the yard over to a particularly rundown and smoothed headstone, staring down at the patch while taking out his journal.
“I don’t think I did that. I’d remember a face like yours, especially if it was in an expression of pain.”
*I did reply to that, it’s only a little off, could you get it? I’m on mobile.*
*oh yeah mb*
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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.
Pyren is doting over a smaller dragon, lying in a clearing
Omi is composing his third book.
*Why do you do this to me.*
Thane happens to walk by, stopping, looking to them, his hatchling in his arms.
Evan knocks on the door to their home.
*cuz I luv you*
Pyren's dragon is certainly not a hatchling, but needs love all the same. She smiles at Thane. "Hello, Young Light."
"Come in!" he calls out from his desk.
He raises an eyebrow, tipping his bowler hat at them, “Howdy, don’t see many other dragons around these parts, more than usual, but still ain’t a lot.”
He opens the door, wearing a different skirt from usual as he waves hello.
"A wonderous thing to behold, isn't it?" she says with a tone of wonder. "I've not seen anybody for centuries, and i've met 3 dragons in one day!" she chuckles, gesturing to Thane and his child
"Oh, come in, Evan. Would you like a drink?" he asks, and the fridge opens.
“I am merely a Dragonborn, and my godchild a hybrid.” He smiles at them, giving them a kiss on the forehead, “Would you like to hold ‘em?” He holds them out, still comforting the child.
“No thanks, I already had some stuff earlier, I just came to visit. How are you doing?” He asks.
*also btw we need to a jax-marie ASAP, jester. Him's not doing so hot.*
*Excuse me? And you don’t want me to try and kill Damian, not fair. I don’t have too much time, maybe tomorrow?*
*he wont die, he's just... adjusting to something.*
*I don’t like the sound of that, and now would be a good time to kill Damian, right before I go. You could bring him back if you want, he’s gonna die though, I’ve decided it.*
*okok fine please don't kill him. Jax has Fenrir blood and needs to realign back with Yuki, and with Omi to balance himself out.*
*Nope, I’ve decided it, Damian dies tonight, of course someone will probably bring him back from the dead, it’s just like how Felix died, if it’s an interest way to bring him back, I’ll entirely allow it. That’s cool though.*
*smells like an Xavier 'out of lucidity' arc*
*It does, and that will be quite fun to see. Let’s see how long Damian stays dead.*
Pyren is doting over a smaller dragon, lying in a clearing
Omi is composing his third book.
*Why do you do this to me.*
Thane happens to walk by, stopping, looking to them, his hatchling in his arms.
Evan knocks on the door to their home.
*cuz I luv you*
Pyren's dragon is certainly not a hatchling, but needs love all the same. She smiles at Thane. "Hello, Young Light."
"Come in!" he calls out from his desk.
He raises an eyebrow, tipping his bowler hat at them, “Howdy, don’t see many other dragons around these parts, more than usual, but still ain’t a lot.”
He opens the door, wearing a different skirt from usual as he waves hello.
"A wonderous thing to behold, isn't it?" she says with a tone of wonder. "I've not seen anybody for centuries, and i've met 3 dragons in one day!" she chuckles, gesturing to Thane and his child
"Oh, come in, Evan. Would you like a drink?" he asks, and the fridge opens.
“I am merely a Dragonborn, and my godchild a hybrid.” He smiles at them, giving them a kiss on the forehead, “Would you like to hold ‘em?” He holds them out, still comforting the child.
“No thanks, I already had some stuff earlier, I just came to visit. How are you doing?” He asks.
"I would, but my love gets quite jealous." she says, wrapping her arms around the smaller blue dragon. "But the child looks quite healthy. My name is Pyren."
"Stuff, huh?" he smirks, tilting his head down. "I've been well, little one. You?"
“Thane, nice ta meet ya Pyren.” He holds the child close to his chest, letting them play with one of his hands as he talks to them “More healthy than I am, endin’ up bein’ a godfather was interestin’ indeed.”
“Doing better each day, therapy has been going well, I’ve been journaling, happy to hear you’re doing good.”
*I’m sorry, I’m actually here now, does anyone want to rp, or am I alone?*
*you’re never alone. just check your closet*
*Unfortunately, I cannot, would you like to rp?*
*certainly*
*Who would you like?*
*Marie and Ambrosia*
*Of course.*
Marie is sitting in the graveyard where she met Jax, reminiscing on that day, and what it has led to, tossing knives into the air.
Ambrosia is having a drink outside of the Inn, sipping her blood wine, and thinking to herself about something.
Thirteen enters the yard, seemingly looking for something amid the headstones.
Ssuddenly, Rio materializes behind her. “Hiya.”
She throws a knife at one of the headstones they are looking at by accident, barely missing them “Oh, sorry.”
Ambrosia raises an eyebrow, her head twisting without her body following “Oh, didn’t you bite me? That’s usually what I do.”
“No consequence.” He responds distractedly. He crosses the yard over to a particularly rundown and smoothed headstone, staring down at the patch while taking out his journal.
“I don’t think I did that. I’d remember a face like yours, especially if it was in an expression of pain.”
She puts away all of her knives into her many pockets, walking over to look at the headstone with them “What are you looking for? I know this graveyard like the back of my hand, maybe I can help.”
She shrugs, her head twisting back around as she sips her wine “I suppose I am simply mistaking you for another decent looking snake man.”
"I'm just trying to find where I stored some of my auxiliary undead. I seem to have forgotten."
"Well there aren't many of those around here... what did I do when we met?"
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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.
*I’m sorry, I’m actually here now, does anyone want to rp, or am I alone?*
*you’re never alone. just check your closet*
*Unfortunately, I cannot, would you like to rp?*
*certainly*
*Who would you like?*
*Marie and Ambrosia*
*Of course.*
Marie is sitting in the graveyard where she met Jax, reminiscing on that day, and what it has led to, tossing knives into the air.
Ambrosia is having a drink outside of the Inn, sipping her blood wine, and thinking to herself about something.
Thirteen enters the yard, seemingly looking for something amid the headstones.
Ssuddenly, Rio materializes behind her. “Hiya.”
She throws a knife at one of the headstones they are looking at by accident, barely missing them “Oh, sorry.”
Ambrosia raises an eyebrow, her head twisting without her body following “Oh, didn’t you bite me? That’s usually what I do.”
“No consequence.” He responds distractedly. He crosses the yard over to a particularly rundown and smoothed headstone, staring down at the patch while taking out his journal.
“I don’t think I did that. I’d remember a face like yours, especially if it was in an expression of pain.”
She puts away all of her knives into her many pockets, walking over to look at the headstone with them “What are you looking for? I know this graveyard like the back of my hand, maybe I can help.”
She shrugs, her head twisting back around as she sips her wine “I suppose I am simply mistaking you for another decent looking snake man.”
"I'm just trying to find where I stored some of my auxiliary undead. I seem to have forgotten."
"Well there aren't many of those around here... what did I do when we met?"
“Oh the dead people that seem to have some weird stuff about them, wrong graves.” She points out a few that seem different “I marked those ones.”
“Bite me, blinded me, paralyzed me and took one of my mandibles. Luckily, they grow back.”
*I don’t like the sound of that, and now would be a good time to kill Damian, right before I go. You could bring him back if you want, he’s gonna die though, I’ve decided it.*
*I did reply to that, it’s only a little off, could you get it? I’m on mobile.*
*hmmm. I think Cevin and Yod deserve another date, and I think I will also take Pyren and Omi*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Nope, I’ve decided it, Damian dies tonight, of course someone will probably bring him back from the dead, it’s just like how Felix died, if it’s an interest way to bring him back, I’ll entirely allow it. That’s cool though.*
*oh yeah mb*
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 am merely a Dragonborn, and my godchild a hybrid.” He smiles at them, giving them a kiss on the forehead, “Would you like to hold ‘em?” He holds them out, still comforting the child.
“No thanks, I already had some stuff earlier, I just came to visit. How are you doing?” He asks.
*It does, and that will be quite fun to see. Let’s see how long Damian stays dead.*
*weeeeeeeeeewwweeeeeeeeeeee*
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
“Thane, nice ta meet ya Pyren.” He holds the child close to his chest, letting them play with one of his hands as he talks to them “More healthy than I am, endin’ up bein’ a godfather was interestin’ indeed.”
“Doing better each day, therapy has been going well, I’ve been journaling, happy to hear you’re doing good.”
"I'm just trying to find where I stored some of my auxiliary undead. I seem to have forgotten."
"Well there aren't many of those around here... what did I do when we met?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wendi? I must go soon, I apologize.*
*truly are you a sage*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh the dead people that seem to have some weird stuff about them, wrong graves.” She points out a few that seem different “I marked those ones.”
“Bite me, blinded me, paralyzed me and took one of my mandibles. Luckily, they grow back.”
Yod knocks on his door politely.
*yeh*
Eito is pointing out the odd sections.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.