In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
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
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
"i was curious about the carriage." he says evenly
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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.
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
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
Rio, having nothing better to do, decides to look into this strange occurrence.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
"i was curious about the carriage." he says evenly
He tilts his head and exhales smoke from behind the veil "My home?"
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
Rio, having nothing better to do, decides to look into this strange occurrence.
There is a coughing from inside then followed by humming along to the music.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
"i was curious about the carriage." he says evenly
He tilts his head and exhales smoke from behind the veil "My home?"
"Yes." he responds, examining their skull
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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.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
"i was curious about the carriage." he says evenly
He tilts his head and exhales smoke from behind the veil "My home?"
"Yes." he responds, examining their skull
"Well what do you wish to know." They ask, rolling their shoulders.
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
She smiles back at them, sitting back down, slightly winching from her shoulder "Of course."
She doesn't even try stealth, knocking on the door of the building.
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.)
“Sure thing.” Riotan takes out his needle and starts chipping out the dried clay.
She continues to watch silently.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Most of the clay is already gone, and Riotan gets the rest. John puts down the armor "Thanks. How've you been Riotan? Same as usual?"
Eventually, the dance is over. She puts her spear onto her back, looking surprised when she sees that they were watching.
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.)
"You should get that shoulder checked out dear.."
The Doctor opens the door. "Can I help you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large creature stands in the doorway once the door opens. They appears to be at least 8 foot and have a head that resembles a perfectly bleached horse skull. They wear a wide-brimmed black hat with a thin black veil sewn around the rim that falls down all the way down to the floor. Underneath, they wear a priest's outfit made of black leather with a hood on the back of the head. They tilt their head, looking down "May I help you?"
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
"Do you want me to?" She says, looking down at it and back at them.
"I just wanna have a talk with ya, if ya ain't busy." She says with a soft smile on her face.
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.)
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
"i was curious about the carriage." he says evenly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Theren?)
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 nods. "It worries me."
"Please, come in." he says, leading her to his officce.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rio, having nothing better to do, decides to look into this strange occurrence.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He tilts his head and exhales smoke from behind the veil "My home?"
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
There is a coughing from inside then followed by humming along to the music.
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
She stands up "I'll be back, I'll go get it fixed." She walks out.
She closes the door behind them, wraps her arms around them, and suplexes them. Athletics:29 (What kind of damage would this even do? Just unarmed?)
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.)
"Yes." he responds, examining their skull
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Once hes sure she left he starts to find the bugs and destroy them.
*yeah*
The doctor grunts, fighting back. STR: 13
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well what do you wish to know." They ask, rolling their shoulders.
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
(you open to rp wendi?)
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
"First, is it bigger on the inside than the outside? Second, how did you become like this? With a horse skull for a head. Its fascinating."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is able to get a few before they all scatter and go where he can't easily get to.
She crushes him into a grapple, holding them to the ground. (6 Unarmed damage.)
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.)