"Yeah looked like it...." he sighs, cracking his knuckles and wrapping them. "Gotta go back out. Someone else needs a whooping." he says with a chuckle.
"I love you too." he mumbles, kissing her cheek
"I'll be cheerin' fer ya once I get back out there." She says, putting her tooth back in her mouth, healing it for some magic, chuckling softly with them.
She blushes slightly, continuing to make their meal.
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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.'
"Yeah looked like it...." he sighs, cracking his knuckles and wrapping them. "Gotta go back out. Someone else needs a whooping." he says with a chuckle.
"I love you too." he mumbles, kissing her cheek
"I'll be cheerin' fer ya once I get back out there." She says, putting her tooth back in her mouth, healing it for some magic, chuckling softly with them.
She blushes slightly, continuing to make their meal.
He gives her a dual thumbs up. His opponent is about his size and build. They circle each other, analysing.
He sighs, pulling back and going to sit on the couch
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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.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
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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.
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
*That's a really cool idea, and I imagine it will make for some fun interactions!*
She notices him walking down the path, and moves through the shadows over to him, only visible as a pair of eyes in the dark. "Hi there!" She cheerfully says.
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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)
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
*That's a really cool idea, and I imagine it will make for some fun interactions!*
She notices him walking down the path, and moves through the shadows over to him, only visible as a pair of eyes in the dark. "Hi there!" She cheerfully says.
*Yeah, but its honestly sad. Being a drifter his whole life*
The bard smiles at the shadow. "Hello there."
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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.
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
They encounter someone walking through the forest, who they would have seen at the Roundtable, Victor, the third strongest, the immortal.
They encounter a room that seems to be sealed shut. Screaming muffled coming from inside, but not Tim's, Tony's.
Omori notices Victor and walks over to him, grinning widely. "Hello!"
The crooked sunflower coils its roots around the door and wrenches it off its hinges, the door melting slightly in its grasp, before tossing it aside and looking for Tony.
"I'll be cheerin' fer ya once I get back out there." She says, putting her tooth back in her mouth, healing it for some magic, chuckling softly with them.
She blushes slightly, continuing to make their meal.
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.)
She makes a little happy chirp and her feathers ruffle a bit around her neck.
“Was. Now I’m just not allowed out of a certain radius.”
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 gives her a dual thumbs up. His opponent is about his size and build. They circle each other, analysing.
He sighs, pulling back and going to sit on the couch
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She eventually goes back to making the oil after pecking them with kisses, very happy herself.
"The great Riotan, under house arrest." He says with a smile, patting their shoulder "I'll do what I can, get rid of Thorne for you."
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.)
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She comes out after a moment, taking off her bandages as she gives out advice, "Get him in the legs! They'll drop!"
After a moment, she comes over, sitting in his lap, leaning against him as his food cools.
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.)
Theren ignores this, going for an overhand blow which slams his opponent into the ground
He smiles at this, resting his face in her hair
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She cackles as they ignore her, watching them get slammed to the ground, cheering for them.
It smells like nature, like a beautiful winter morning, but her skin gives off a soft warmth.
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.)
They getup close and personal, exchanging loud blows.
Leo sighs happily, wrapping his arms around her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ya got him Theren! Hit 'em with that uppercut!" She shouts into the ring, leaning over the edge.
She holds their hands softly, leaning her head back, "I will love you forever." She whispers into their ear.
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.)
Theren and the man keep going at it.
"I will love you forever as well." he mumbles.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
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)
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She keeps on cheering until one of them goes down.
She rubs the sides of their face softly, "Do you want me to stop adventuring?"
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.)
They encounter someone walking through the forest, who they would have seen at the Roundtable, Victor, the third strongest, the immortal.
They encounter a room that seems to be sealed shut. Screaming muffled coming from inside, but not Tim's, Tony's.
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.)
*That's a really cool idea, and I imagine it will make for some fun interactions!*
She notices him walking down the path, and moves through the shadows over to him, only visible as a pair of eyes in the dark. "Hi there!" She cheerfully says.
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)
Theren finishes the fight by knocking him out with a roundhouse kick.
"I...yes..I would like for you to do that..." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yeah, but its honestly sad. Being a drifter his whole life*
The bard smiles at the shadow. "Hello there."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori notices Victor and walks over to him, grinning widely. "Hello!"
The crooked sunflower coils its roots around the door and wrenches it off its hinges, the door melting slightly in its grasp, before tossing it aside and looking for Tony.
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)
She cheers joyously, clapping her hands, before walking to meet them in the locker room, after her match, it'll be her against Theren.
She looks into their eyes for a moment, "I won't adventure anymore, I'll just be your wife, and maybe later, a mother."
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.)