Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Sylvan (the character) and Koneko are cooking using spices from around the world while the Divine Pups are doing dishes, some using magic to, others the normal way.
Agatha is giving Ternikus a therapy session, who for once seems not ready for a fight.
He opens his eyes and starts angrily swatting at Rio's hand. Judging by his expression, he wants to say something but can't think of anything that isn't PLUS PROFANITY!
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visible.
*oh god*
Loriche can't really hear much over the sound of her forging, but she does notice him upon looking up, and waves.
*What?*
He waves back to them with a nervous smile, adjusting his glasses as he walks over, not having anything better to do.
She sets the press on top of the mold and takes a step back, exhaling. "Hiya!"
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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.
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visible.
*oh god*
Loriche can't really hear much over the sound of her forging, but she does notice him upon looking up, and waves.
*What?*
He waves back to them with a nervous smile, adjusting his glasses as he walks over, not having anything better to do.
She sets the press on top of the mold and takes a step back, exhaling. "Hiya!"
“Hey, nice to meet you… sir?” He says nervously, not sure if they are a sir or a ma’am or a anything.
He opens his eyes and starts angrily swatting at Rio's hand. Judging by his expression, he wants to say something but can't think of anything that isn't PLUS PROFANITY!
"Good morning sweetheart." He says, grinning. "Think I could offer you some help?"
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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.
He pushes the money away, shaking his head. "Nah, man, can't accept charity. I need to prove that I can make a livin' offa floats. If I can do that, I won't be alone anymore."
He takes the money back, pocketing it “ We both know for a fact that you can, it’s not a matter of quality of your goods, it’s the fact that you are being treated unfairly, things are being made harder for you.”
"Brotha, I'm not provin' it to you or myself. It's the clans back at Honkachu. The love of my life is from the Sweetsnow family, who make ice cream, and I'm from the Syrupsofts, who make soda. Neither family wants to team up 'cause somehow the numbers say that it's better to stay rivals. Sounds like baloney to me, but they don't care."
He pushes the money away, shaking his head. "Nah, man, can't accept charity. I need to prove that I can make a livin' offa floats. If I can do that, I won't be alone anymore."
He takes the money back, pocketing it “ We both know for a fact that you can, it’s not a matter of quality of your goods, it’s the fact that you are being treated unfairly, things are being made harder for you.”
"Brotha, I'm not provin' it to you or myself. It's the clans back at Honkachu. The love of my life is from the Sweetsnow family, who make ice cream, and I'm from the Syrupsofts, who make soda. Neither family wants to team up 'cause somehow the numbers say that it's better to stay rivals. Sounds like baloney to me, but they don't care."
“If the love of your life loves you, family name doesn’t matter, I would know that much. If you simply just love them, and they love you, if doesn’t matter what your family thinks. Love always wins and all that garbage.” He says with a chuckle, leaning forward, “Also, you have me to back you up, I’m willing to help.”
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Sylvan (the character) and Koneko are cooking using spices from around the world while the Divine Pups are doing dishes, some using magic to, others the normal way.
Agatha is giving Ternikus a therapy session, who for once seems not ready for a fight.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He opens his eyes and starts angrily swatting at Rio's hand. Judging by his expression, he wants to say something but can't think of anything that isn't PLUS PROFANITY!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
She gets up from her bed, “Eventually you should get your memories back, and when you decide that, I will help you.”
She takes their hand in hers, giving a fiendish grin “Oh, the mayor? I never though about how fun your shifting could be~”
“Because that’s just what I was told, I can unsheath the sword, which proves I’m the hero, but I’m not sure I want to be.”
*Is anybody open to another rp?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She sets the press on top of the mold and takes a step back, exhaling. "Hiya!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hey, nice to meet you… sir?” He says nervously, not sure if they are a sir or a ma’am or a anything.
"Good morning sweetheart." He says, grinning. "Think I could offer you some help?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Brotha, I'm not provin' it to you or myself. It's the clans back at Honkachu. The love of my life is from the Sweetsnow family, who make ice cream, and I'm from the Syrupsofts, who make soda. Neither family wants to team up 'cause somehow the numbers say that it's better to stay rivals. Sounds like baloney to me, but they don't care."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Riotan is roaming around town.
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Teliyan is sitting at the bar, reading a book with entirely blank pages. Yeth hounds have begun to hang out in the woods.
Mauric is making his daily frittata.
*others on request*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Are you hungry? I’ve got food in my mini fridge if you any anything, it’s magic.”
She follows them happily, her hips swaying as she puts her hat down a bit to hide her eyes.
“Sure.” He passes them the blade, it feels… incredibly light, like they are barely holding anything.
“If the love of your life loves you, family name doesn’t matter, I would know that much. If you simply just love them, and they love you, if doesn’t matter what your family thinks. Love always wins and all that garbage.” He says with a chuckle, leaning forward, “Also, you have me to back you up, I’m willing to help.”
They sees, at the edge of the forest, Cerberus and Pangola talking to a wooden statue, mostly Pangola.
A boy, no older than 10, wearing a wolf pellet and war paint on his face is watching.
They are sharing the kitchen with Sylvan and Koneko, the former teaching the latter how to cook with fruits and vegetables they’ve never heard of.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*You can have him.*'
Pod is at his hotel, building something out of metal. There are many propane tanks and propane accessories lying around him as he works.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It’s definitely cold and fresh, doesn’t smell like it’s got anything particularly different from orange juice in it.
She sits down next to them, leaning against them with a soft smile, ordering a small beginning meal, “Thank you oh so much, honey.”
It doesn’t budge an inch, no matter how hard he pulls. Mark takes the sword back, pulling it out of the sheath with ease, “Stupid right?”