He swears, helping her up. "hey hey, breathe breathe." he says, panicking and taking her back inside the tavern's protective circle.
Leo wipes the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, analyzing the metal. He takes off his sweater to only be wearing his tanktop and jeans.
She tries to breath, but can't get in a full breath with the coughing. She stumbles into the protective circle, but after a while, the coughing fades.
She stands up to look over their shoulder, almost touching them as she looks at the metal "Hmm. You keep working, I'll wipe your sweat."
"Did you take any meds today..?"
Leo jumps slightly, startled. "Y-yeah, okay." he says, slamming his hammer into the metal again, shaping it slowly.
She nods, clinging to them, holding their hand.
She does as she said she would, wiping away their sweat, making sure not to bother them "I don't think you're good at this because your dad is. I just think that you are."
"Lets get ya another dose ok?"
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
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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.
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
She nods, going back to her room to get herself some more medicine. X would notice, that on the hand she coughed into, there are speckles of blood.
She frowns a little bit at the fact that their mother is dead, but shakes the emotion off "They are the fundamentals of what became an amazing mechanic. You were able to repair armor damaged by otherworldly entities, back to perfection. Again, thank you for that."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
She nods, going back to her room to get herself some more medicine. X would notice, that on the hand she coughed into, there are speckles of blood.
She frowns a little bit at the fact that their mother is dead, but shakes the emotion off "They are the fundamentals of what became an amazing mechanic. You were able to repair armor damaged by otherworldly entities, back to perfection. Again, thank you for that."
X's hands are shaking a bit as he helps her with her meds.
"Like I said, perks of being a demigod." he says, bending the metal slowly
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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.
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
She nods, going back to her room to get herself some more medicine. X would notice, that on the hand she coughed into, there are speckles of blood.
She frowns a little bit at the fact that their mother is dead, but shakes the emotion off "They are the fundamentals of what became an amazing mechanic. You were able to repair armor damaged by otherworldly entities, back to perfection. Again, thank you for that."
X's hands are shaking a bit as he helps her with her meds.
"Like I said, perks of being a demigod." he says, bending the metal slowly
She looks at them after drinking the pills, looking up at them "Is something wrong?"
"I would say perks of being good at your job, but you'd say that's the same thing." She puts down the towel.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
She nods, going back to her room to get herself some more medicine. X would notice, that on the hand she coughed into, there are speckles of blood.
She frowns a little bit at the fact that their mother is dead, but shakes the emotion off "They are the fundamentals of what became an amazing mechanic. You were able to repair armor damaged by otherworldly entities, back to perfection. Again, thank you for that."
X's hands are shaking a bit as he helps her with her meds.
"Like I said, perks of being a demigod." he says, bending the metal slowly
She looks at them after drinking the pills, looking up at them "Is something wrong?"
"I would say perks of being good at your job, but you'd say that's the same thing." She puts down the towel.
He shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
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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.
He shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
She nods, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, looking at her cup of water.
She gives him a boop on the nose, smiling sharply herself as she sits back on her crate "Yep, you are cute. I'm sure of it now." She goes back to painting.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
He shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
She nods, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, looking at her cup of water.
She gives him a boop on the nose, smiling sharply herself as she sits back on her crate "Yep, you are cute. I'm sure of it now." She goes back to painting.
She can hear him talking to someone named Q. He sounds shaken and scared.
Leo is stunned, staring a bit at her. After a minute he snaps out of it, cleaning up his workshop.
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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.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
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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.
*The Fish Hunger, otherwise known as Funger, is very strong in these moments.*
*The Funger? That sounds a lot less intimidating when you know it means Fish Hunger. You can endure it my friend.*
*I have decided that my latest chef character is just a waiter. He aspires to be a chef, but he's afraid that people will scrutinize his background and species if he does. Also there is a glass ceiling for weirdos like him. He lives in a corrupt theocracy that does not like monstrous beings like him. You know, critters born of F E A R.*
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
Omori is sitting outside the Inn, whittling a large branch from a maple tree using her dagger.
KK is outside the warehouse, fully prepared for the planned vacation. Everything needed for the trip is packed, and she is accompanied by a single mannequin that is carrying all the luggage.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
Someone walks into the tavern, huge, barely under 8ft tall. Muscular. A Goliath in plate armor holding a steel kite shield and matching lance, with the same green eyes and freckles as Milo, though he's a cloud Goliath rather than a Storm one. He sits at the bar, making sure to get a fitting chair.
Merabelle wanders over, smiling at them. She has been preparing for her shift when she saw them in the back, standing next to them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
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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.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
A purple haired girl is browsing the fiction section
Isaac's bird lands in front of him
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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 shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
She nods, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, looking at her cup of water.
She gives him a boop on the nose, smiling sharply herself as she sits back on her crate "Yep, you are cute. I'm sure of it now." She goes back to painting.
She can hear him talking to someone named Q. He sounds shaken and scared.
Leo is stunned, staring a bit at her. After a minute he snaps out of it, cleaning up his workshop.
She puts her ear to the door, trying to hear what they are talking about better.
She looks up to see them staring, and cracks a wider grin. She takes out her bolts, cleaning the blood off of them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Lets get ya another dose ok?"
"My mother was a mechanic before she died. Always would bring me along to her shop during the weekend," he says, smiling slightly. "But both sides of my family made me a good mechanic. I have both my mother and Hephaestus to thank for everything."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods, going back to her room to get herself some more medicine. X would notice, that on the hand she coughed into, there are speckles of blood.
She frowns a little bit at the fact that their mother is dead, but shakes the emotion off "They are the fundamentals of what became an amazing mechanic. You were able to repair armor damaged by otherworldly entities, back to perfection. Again, thank you for that."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
X's hands are shaking a bit as he helps her with her meds.
"Like I said, perks of being a demigod." he says, bending the metal slowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks at them after drinking the pills, looking up at them "Is something wrong?"
"I would say perks of being good at your job, but you'd say that's the same thing." She puts down the towel.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The Fish Hunger, otherwise known as Funger, is very strong in these moments.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, looking at her cup of water.
She gives him a boop on the nose, smiling sharply herself as she sits back on her crate "Yep, you are cute. I'm sure of it now." She goes back to painting.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*The Funger? That sounds a lot less intimidating when you know it means Fish Hunger. You can endure it my friend.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
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
*I want a deast*
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She can hear him talking to someone named Q. He sounds shaken and scared.
Leo is stunned, staring a bit at her. After a minute he snaps out of it, cleaning up his workshop.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I have decided that my latest chef character is just a waiter. He aspires to be a chef, but he's afraid that people will scrutinize his background and species if he does. Also there is a glass ceiling for weirdos like him. He lives in a corrupt theocracy that does not like monstrous beings like him. You know, critters born of F E A R.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
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
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Omori is sitting outside the Inn, whittling a large branch from a maple tree using her dagger.
KK is outside the warehouse, fully prepared for the planned vacation. Everything needed for the trip is packed, and she is accompanied by a single mannequin that is carrying all the luggage.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Someone walks into the tavern, huge, barely under 8ft tall. Muscular. A Goliath in plate armor holding a steel kite shield and matching lance, with the same green eyes and freckles as Milo, though he's a cloud Goliath rather than a Storm one. He sits at the bar, making sure to get a fitting chair.
Merabelle wanders over, smiling at them. She has been preparing for her shift when she saw them in the back, standing next to them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A purple haired girl is browsing the fiction section
Isaac's bird lands in front of him
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
*hahahahaha I'm Bill Cypher and what are you some kind of living ventriloquist dummy?*
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She puts her ear to the door, trying to hear what they are talking about better.
She looks up to see them staring, and cracks a wider grin. She takes out her bolts, cleaning the blood off of them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)