“No, it’s no big deal. They’re fine.” She holds one snake up close to her face, examining it.
"We are... where Damian is I guess." He looks around for anything, but it's just open nothingness.
The snake flicks out it's tongue, licking her face softly as it's own eyes look into theirs.
“Then where is he…?”
She lowers her arm. “So do they follow you around?”
Sanviento begins to swim through the blackness, though it doesn't feel like he's moving. Suddenly, like water dripping into a still lake, Damian's reflection appears beneath them.
"Not all the time, but they have been with me since they were young, since I was young."
Mauric runs forward and tries to hug him. “You had me so worried!”
“Can you, like, control them? Like a druid or ranger or something?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
“No, it’s no big deal. They’re fine.” She holds one snake up close to her face, examining it.
"We are... where Damian is I guess." He looks around for anything, but it's just open nothingness.
The snake flicks out it's tongue, licking her face softly as it's own eyes look into theirs.
“Then where is he…?”
She lowers her arm. “So do they follow you around?”
Sanviento begins to swim through the blackness, though it doesn't feel like he's moving. Suddenly, like water dripping into a still lake, Damian's reflection appears beneath them.
"Not all the time, but they have been with me since they were young, since I was young."
Mauric runs forward and tries to hug him. “You had me so worried!”
“Can you, like, control them? Like a druid or ranger or something?”
Their arms go through the reflection, the water like void rippling. Damian tries to do the same but goes through them "What happen?! Am I really... I had you worried? I'm... this one is real, isn't it?" Sanviento nods.
"I am a Ranger, but I don't control them. I trust them, they trust me."
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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.'
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
Leo is buying gear with his arm in a sling
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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.
"I need to talk to you about yalls past." he says sternly.
Leo closes his eyes. "I really hope so.."
He sighs, nodding "What do you want to know?" he clasps his hands together.
"So do I." She finishes up the cleaning, sitting back down next to them.
"Everything."
Leo rests his head in her lap, looking up at her
"Well, I used to be a boxer, Tresa has always been sick, and I never had the money to get her what she needed, I could barely keep her alive with the money I got."
She runs her fingers through his hair, playing with it.
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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.'
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
The purple haired person is looking over stuff at a food stall
He hears a chirp behind 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
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
"I need to talk to you about yalls past." he says sternly.
Leo closes his eyes. "I really hope so.."
He sighs, nodding "What do you want to know?" he clasps his hands together.
"So do I." She finishes up the cleaning, sitting back down next to them.
"Everything."
Leo rests his head in her lap, looking up at her
"Well, I used to be a boxer, Tresa has always been sick, and I never had the money to get her what she needed, I could barely keep her alive with the money I got."
She runs her fingers through his hair, playing with it.
X's eye is red as he records this conversation. "Ok, continue."
Leo hums an old greek hymn to himself as he closes his eyes.
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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.
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
The purple haired person is looking over stuff at a food stall
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
The purple haired person is looking over stuff at a food stall
He hears a chirp behind him
Ashi walks past them, humming.
Samaritan snarls, turning around.
They look up at her "hi"
Isaac's bird is perched on a chair
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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
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"I need to talk to you about yalls past." he says sternly.
Leo closes his eyes. "I really hope so.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Do you want me to get it?*
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.)
*[Bites]*
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
*ill find it dw*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sighs, nodding "What do you want to know?" he clasps his hands together.
"So do I." She finishes up the cleaning, sitting back down 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.)
"Everything."
Leo rests his head in her lap, looking up at her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric runs forward and tries to hug him. “You had me so worried!”
“Can you, like, control them? Like a druid or ranger or something?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(you want to rp wendo?)
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
*AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
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
Their arms go through the reflection, the water like void rippling. Damian tries to do the same but goes through them "What happen?! Am I really... I had you worried? I'm... this one is real, isn't it?" Sanviento nods.
"I am a Ranger, but I don't control them. I trust them, they trust me."
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.)
Leo is buying gear with his arm in a sling
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, I used to be a boxer, Tresa has always been sick, and I never had the money to get her what she needed, I could barely keep her alive with the money I got."
She runs her fingers through his hair, playing with it.
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.)
*Wanna rp too Wendi? Maybe Moon?*
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 purple haired person is looking over stuff at a food stall
He hears a chirp behind 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
Ashi waves at him and saunters over.
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
X's eye is red as he records this conversation. "Ok, continue."
Leo hums an old greek hymn to himself as he closes his eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ashi walks past them, humming.
Samaritan snarls, turning around.
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
*Sure!*
Sable is inside, sitting in the library, reading. A gramophone plays an old tune, filling the empty silence of the room. He has locked all doors, closed all windows, and closed all the curtains.
Ashi is outside, walking around town. She is humming to herself as she munches on a breakfast sandwich and walks through the stalls of the market, casually pickpocketing people.
Samaritan is beating the every loving [GP] out of a punching bag, flickers of flames over his body as he angrily beats it with solid blows.
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
They look up at her "hi"
Isaac's bird is perched on a chair
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