*Good morning, my lovely entities of paradoxical nature! How are you all doing today?*
*Good morning Yvonne, I am as well as one may be.*
*That is most wonderful! Good to hear you're doing well. Would you like to rp for a little while?*
*I am happy to be happy, I‘d I would love to rp with you. Who would you like to have?*
*edit: Oops, I misread the post. I don't have any particular preference for any characters- I love all your characters! The prompts below are the ones I have available at the moment. Sorry for any confusion this caused.*
*Let me see... [rummages through characters] Ah, here we are!*
KK is back at the warehouse after her vacation with Henry, painting another landscape out of blood.
Helianth is still rooted into the Spelljammer, using the few roots that have been freed from the ship's walls to read a book it found in the medical ward- a grim-looking tome that is making a feeble attempt to free itself from the Elder Evil's grasp.
Someone knocks on the door to the warehouse, though when they look outside, just what appears to be a doctor is there.
Tim is with them, just reading his book on magic, learning more every day
She pauses her work on the painting, walking over to the door. "Hello?" She says through the door to them.
It looks over at the book with interest. "I've been meaning to ask- how have your arcane studies been going?" It asks with genuine curiosity.
The doctor seems to shift shape back to the Bounty Hunter. He holds up his hands before they can react, “Not here to collect your bounty.”
“I can cast what the book calls ‘third level’ spells now.” He says, looking up to them with a bright smile on his face.
A small metal bar in the door slides open, her looking at the bounty hunter through it. "Okay, then why are you here?" She asks with some suspicion.
It seems slightly surprised, though only slightly. "Already? You're doing wonderfully so far." It responds, seeming proud of him. "Which spells?"
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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)
He looks to Evan, his words working a bit more "No- I'm just surprised you want to be with me"
A large bronze dragon that fits the descriptor, though wearing goggles. "Hello! Have you seen twenty-four kobolds?"
“Why? I like you… and you help me feel less… nervous.” He says, looking up at them, “Do you want to be?”
He puts away his sword, a nervous smile on his face as he nods, “I know exactly where they are.” He adjusts his glasses, leading them to the Inn.
He smiles a slightly surprised smile "Yes"
"Ah... good..." the dragon looks down to him, calmly
He smiles happily at them, overjoyed that they want to.
He walks into the Inn, preparing to tell the kobolds their older sister is outside.
Wind smiles brightly
The kobolds have started a fighting ring, as kobolds yell at their siblings to fight their other siblings. Though there are twenty-five kobolds
(Good place to end?)
He grabs the kids, surprisingly strong for his seemingly twinkish frame (Athletics is +17). He slowly brings all of them out to their older sister, “Please behave yourselves.”
(If ya want to)
She sighs at the kobolds,than turns to him "thank you"
*Good morning, my lovely entities of paradoxical nature! How are you all doing today?*
*Good morning Yvonne, I am as well as one may be.*
*That is most wonderful! Good to hear you're doing well. Would you like to rp for a little while?*
*I am happy to be happy, I‘d I would love to rp with you. Who would you like to have?*
*edit: Oops, I misread the post. I don't have any particular preference for any characters- I love all your characters! The prompts below are the ones I have available at the moment. Sorry for any confusion this caused.*
*Let me see... [rummages through characters] Ah, here we are!*
KK is back at the warehouse after her vacation with Henry, painting another landscape out of blood.
Helianth is still rooted into the Spelljammer, using the few roots that have been freed from the ship's walls to read a book it found in the medical ward- a grim-looking tome that is making a feeble attempt to free itself from the Elder Evil's grasp.
Someone knocks on the door to the warehouse, though when they look outside, just what appears to be a doctor is there.
Tim is with them, just reading his book on magic, learning more every day
She pauses her work on the painting, walking over to the door. "Hello?" She says through the door to them.
It looks over at the book with interest. "I've been meaning to ask- how have your arcane studies been going?" It asks with genuine curiosity.
The doctor seems to shift shape back to the Bounty Hunter. He holds up his hands before they can react, “Not here to collect your bounty.”
“I can cast what the book calls ‘third level’ spells now.” He says, looking up to them with a bright smile on his face.
A small metal bar in the door slides open, her looking at the bounty hunter through it. "Okay, then why are you here?" She asks with some suspicion.
It seems slightly surprised, though only slightly. "Already? You're doing wonderfully so far." It responds, seeming proud of him. "Which spells?"
“I am here to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding. Henry was once a good friend of mine, I didn’t know, my apologies.” He says with a bow, his voice gruff, but apologetic.
“Can you cast a spell please?” He says, putting down the book and putting on his wizard’s hat, which has also become a magical artifact by being close to Tim at all times.
He nods before bowing deeply “Yes ma’am, just wanted to help.” He rubs the back of his head, “You are very responsible for taking care of all of your siblings.”
Aldo is sleeping on a park bench, curled up into a white-and-pink ball. The police refused to remove him, but they impounded his cart at night.
*If you want any other characters, please tell me.*
Benimaru sits down next to the bench, floating on his flaming mop. He did happen to bring Aldo’s cart with him after burning the impound to the ground, with no casualties of course.
The little soda jerk uncurls, stretching and yawning. He sees Benimaru and slowly sits up. "Wha...? Why're you here, Ben?" He wipes the drool off his cheek.
Aldo is sleeping on a park bench, curled up into a white-and-pink ball. The police refused to remove him, but they impounded his cart at night.
*If you want any other characters, please tell me.*
Benimaru sits down next to the bench, floating on his flaming mop. He did happen to bring Aldo’s cart with him after burning the impound to the ground, with no casualties of course.
The little soda jerk uncurls, stretching and yawning. He sees Benimaru and slowly sits up. "Wha...? Why're you here, Ben?" He wipes the drool off his cheek.
He gestures his head to the cart “I believe you lost this, I’m just returning it to you.” He leans forward, putting two arms to lean on his legs, “You shouldn’t have to sleep outside.”
Aldo is sleeping on a park bench, curled up into a white-and-pink ball. The police refused to remove him, but they impounded his cart at night.
*If you want any other characters, please tell me.*
*maybe Valentine? (that's his name right)*
Riotan strolls over and looks down at him curiously.
*Archer Valentine, the OP devil thing?*
He's using a newspaper as a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He murmurs as he hugs his big, fluffy tail.
*yeah him i forgot his first name*
After contemplating various means of random cruelty, Rio decides that it would be smarter to try and just manipulate this guy instead. He reaches forward and pokes Aldo in the face.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, I had no idea. Thank you." She responds, still a little cautious but less wary than before.
"Of course. Though, most of my spells have more... destructive effects. Could you stand back a bit? I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you."
He cracks his knuckles, “I do think there is still a bounty on you, so I will be coming back for that, but out of respect for a fellow hunter, and the beauty of marriage, not today.”
He walks back enough to where he wouldn’t be caught in anything too dangerous. He holds up the book and his hands, preparing for a spell.
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*maybe Valentine? (that's his name right)*
Riotan strolls over and looks down at him curiously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A small metal bar in the door slides open, her looking at the bounty hunter through it. "Okay, then why are you here?" She asks with some suspicion.
It seems slightly surprised, though only slightly. "Already? You're doing wonderfully so far." It responds, seeming proud of him. "Which spells?"
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)
*Cut for Salem.*
“You can clean up, everything is sterile, it’s just… not organized.” She says, Nine hopping on their chest and onto James’s lap.
She shakes out of her trance, looking down to them, “A date? I would love to go on a date with you, dear.”
He grabs a cup, filling it with water and dropping some coffee beans. He taps the side of the cup, and suddenly, it’s a warm cup of coffee.
(If ya want to)
She sighs at the kobolds,than turns to him "thank you"
Sig but long ^w^
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I am here to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding. Henry was once a good friend of mine, I didn’t know, my apologies.” He says with a bow, his voice gruff, but apologetic.
“Can you cast a spell please?” He says, putting down the book and putting on his wizard’s hat, which has also become a magical artifact by being close to Tim at all times.
*Cut for Tarra.*
He nods before bowing deeply “Yes ma’am, just wanted to help.” He rubs the back of his head, “You are very responsible for taking care of all of your siblings.”
The little soda jerk uncurls, stretching and yawning. He sees Benimaru and slowly sits up. "Wha...? Why're you here, Ben?" He wipes the drool off his cheek.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He gestures his head to the cart “I believe you lost this, I’m just returning it to you.” He leans forward, putting two arms to lean on his legs, “You shouldn’t have to sleep outside.”
*Weeeeeeeeee.*
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
*Hello Wendi :3*
*Archer Valentine, the OP devil thing?*
He's using a newspaper as a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He murmurs as he hugs his big, fluffy tail.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I can out-wee you*
*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
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
*Cut*
"Oh, I had no idea. Thank you." She responds, still a little cautious but less wary than before.
"Of course. Though, most of my spells have more... destructive effects. Could you stand back a bit? I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you."
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)
“It is your problem if you want to sit anywhere else. I don’t mind the disorganization, I know where everything is.”
“Oh the wedding? Soon, a few days from now at the most. Anywhere with you is heaven.”
“No worries, I’m Mark by the way, the supposed Hero of Zanithia.” He says with a sigh as he sits back down.
*yeah him i forgot his first name*
After contemplating various means of random cruelty, Rio decides that it would be smarter to try and just manipulate this guy instead. He reaches forward and pokes Aldo in the face.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He cracks his knuckles, “I do think there is still a bounty on you, so I will be coming back for that, but out of respect for a fellow hunter, and the beauty of marriage, not today.”
He walks back enough to where he wouldn’t be caught in anything too dangerous. He holds up the book and his hands, preparing for a spell.