*That sounds awful, I wish I could help. Wanna rp?*
*sure. who you want?*
*Saphuno and X, maybe you choose someone as a third.*
Saphuno is keeping Damian on lock-down
Xavier, after almost dying, can't look Ambrosia or duchess in the eye
Sam is looking for Rag.
Damian is continuously trying to get to the garden and water the tomatoes, but can’t.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten in days, but with the way Xavier is right now, would rather deal with the intense pain. She sits them down inside of the wagon, and begins to cry.
Rag is hitting the punching bag, the waves of heat easily recognizable as his fists slam against it.
*That sounds awful, I wish I could help. Wanna rp?*
*sure. who you want?*
*Saphuno and X, maybe you choose someone as a third.*
Saphuno is keeping Damian on lock-down
Xavier, after almost dying, can't look Ambrosia or duchess in the eye
Sam is looking for Rag.
Damian is continuously trying to get to the garden and water the tomatoes, but can’t.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten in days, but with the way Xavier is right now, would rather deal with the intense pain. She sits them down inside of the wagon, and begins to cry.
Rag is hitting the punching bag, the waves of heat easily recognizable as his fists slam against it.
"I told you, I watered them. I know how much you water them." she says, snapping at him, but then begins to cry.
"Loves, I-I'm sorry..." he says, moving closer to her.
"There you are, buddy!" Sam says with a smile, sitting down on a wooden stool they procured out of nowhere
He coughs weakly, trying to move closer to them, holding out his arms “Honey… please… I-“ He coughs it bit more.
She scoots away from them, curling up on the silk sheets.
He turns to them, smiling down at them “Sam, I was worried, good to see you.” He rolls his shoulders, not questioning it.
*Very good >:3 I'm here if you want to vent about it.*
*Yes please :]*
*hehe*
Lazing about on the roof of the tavern is a rogue Tabaxi, of the long haired tribe. The air about him swirls in soft eddies. His fur is dark grey, and shiny, a sign of his good health He seems to be attuned with his knives, as he throws them about, and they return a few seconds later, glowing, right to his paw.
He can see a gentleman and two officers walking over to a crime scene that appears to be surrounded by caution tape. The man leading the two officers appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
He talks to the two officers about something before they nod and get to work, taking photos of the body and collecting the evidence.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“I was dead… killed… then your brother wanted to save me… by any means… he could’ve died in the attempt… he shouldn’t have tried.” He rubs her back, trying to comfort them in any way.
She sighs, quivering from her tears as well as her hunger, her makeup streaking as she holds a hand out to them, “You… I almost lost you… never again…”
the bag practically breaks from every hit, instantly repairing to not just explode under the heavy, heated blows.
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Damian is continuously trying to get to the garden and water the tomatoes, but can’t.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten in days, but with the way Xavier is right now, would rather deal with the intense pain. She sits them down inside of the wagon, and begins to cry.
Rag is hitting the punching bag, the waves of heat easily recognizable as his fists slam against it.
*Gooooood morning you lovely goobers, how is everyone?*
*I am doing well, going to my brother’s concert thingamabob.*
*Thats good, sounds like fun :D*
*Yep, it’ll probably be fun, how about you?*
*I'm doing honestly amazing for once*
*weeeee.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He coughs weakly, trying to move closer to them, holding out his arms “Honey… please… I-“ He coughs it bit more.
She scoots away from them, curling up on the silk sheets.
He turns to them, smiling down at them “Sam, I was worried, good to see you.” He rolls his shoulders, not questioning it.
*Good, if you weren’t I would’ve smothered you with love.*
*Hewwo again Wendi :3*
He can see a gentleman and two officers walking over to a crime scene that appears to be surrounded by caution tape. The man leading the two officers appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
He talks to the two officers about something before they nod and get to work, taking photos of the body and collecting the evidence.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Joke on you WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
*[nibbles]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Fren!*
*oh so now you won't?*
*[fake offended huff]*
*Cut for Salem.*
“I was dead… killed… then your brother wanted to save me… by any means… he could’ve died in the attempt… he shouldn’t have tried.” He rubs her back, trying to comfort them in any way.
She sighs, quivering from her tears as well as her hunger, her makeup streaking as she holds a hand out to them, “You… I almost lost you… never again…”
the bag practically breaks from every hit, instantly repairing to not just explode under the heavy, heated blows.