"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Thirteen is at the bar, playing chess with Caramel.
Will gets up for the first time today and saunters over to them, sitting next to Thirteen.
Both of them look to him. "Hello, good sir." Thirteen nods to him.
"Good evening, fine folks." his voice is calming and reassuring, his smile bright, white with perfect teeth.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Will." but the way he says it doesn't make Thirteen think they should know who he is. "Just a guy. You?"
“Many call me Thirteen.”
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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.
She smiles, looking at the prosthetic “Fantastic, I’ll marry you soon then, if that’s okay.”
“Like a… [gp]ing dumb[gp]…” He says, disappointed in himself, closing his eyes.
“Paracelsus, but close enough.” She eventually pulls the tools out.
He gets it under control, smiling stupidly. "uh-huh.."
"Stop. I'm talking." she puts a gentle finger to his lips, eyes soft. "I get it, dragonic blood, other urges, whatever.. I just did not like that."
"That's what I said, paratrooper." he licks his teeth. "What time is it?"
”And then you will be my husband.” She says, lying across their lap, looking up at them.
He remains silent, nodding a bit as he opens his own eyes, looking into theirs with anger at himself more than anything else.
“You’re doing that on purpose. Night I assume.” She walks over to her machines, refilling his pill jar, “These should work.”
"Indeed I will." he holds their face with his paw, smiling
"We'll work through this.." she says, yawning and closing her eyes
"Oh, hell." he takes out another pill bottle, popping one.
Her face is… the texture is strange, soft yet feeling as if there is some layer of hardness underneath.
He leans back in the chair so they can get more comfortable, reclining in the recliner, “You deserve rest.”
It practically functions the same, though it tastes like oranges now for some reason.
"Strange.. Are you a robot?" he teases
"Thank you.." she curls up in his lap, falling asleep
(nu, like a different medication entirely)
She giggles, her eyes turning bug like with a blink, “I almost asked the same about you when you came back.”
He silently regrets his mistake as he sits in the chair, letting them sleep, though he can’t sleep himself,
(Ah, my bad, I’m stupid) She brings the pill bottle over to them, sitting down, “You’ve got an average amount of skin, you know?” She hands them the bottle.
She smiles, looking at the prosthetic “Fantastic, I’ll marry you soon then, if that’s okay.”
“Like a… [gp]ing dumb[gp]…” He says, disappointed in himself, closing his eyes.
“Paracelsus, but close enough.” She eventually pulls the tools out.
He gets it under control, smiling stupidly. "uh-huh.."
"Stop. I'm talking." she puts a gentle finger to his lips, eyes soft. "I get it, dragonic blood, other urges, whatever.. I just did not like that."
"That's what I said, paratrooper." he licks his teeth. "What time is it?"
”And then you will be my husband.” She says, lying across their lap, looking up at them.
He remains silent, nodding a bit as he opens his own eyes, looking into theirs with anger at himself more than anything else.
“You’re doing that on purpose. Night I assume.” She walks over to her machines, refilling his pill jar, “These should work.”
"Indeed I will." he holds their face with his paw, smiling
"We'll work through this.." she says, yawning and closing her eyes
"Oh, hell." he takes out another pill bottle, popping one.
Her face is… the texture is strange, soft yet feeling as if there is some layer of hardness underneath.
He leans back in the chair so they can get more comfortable, reclining in the recliner, “You deserve rest.”
It practically functions the same, though it tastes like oranges now for some reason.
"Strange.. Are you a robot?" he teases
"Thank you.." she curls up in his lap, falling asleep
(nu, like a different medication entirely)
She giggles, her eyes turning bug like with a blink, “I almost asked the same about you when you came back.”
He silently regrets his mistake as he sits in the chair, letting them sleep, though he can’t sleep himself,
(Ah, my bad, I’m stupid) She brings the pill bottle over to them, sitting down, “You’ve got an average amount of skin, you know?” She hands them the bottle.
"I'm about 5% metal now." he shrugs
She wakes about two in the morning
"Weird. Can you make this one, too?" he hands her the other bottle, stashing the one she gave him.
“…Xavier… do you want to see what I may look like sometimes?” She says, a bit of worry in her voice.
They find themselves alone on the recliner, Rag must’ve gone somewhere.
She takes the bottle, opening it up and taking one of the pills as she reads the ingredients “Probably, we’ll have to see won’t we?”
“Many call me Thirteen.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ambrosia and Paracelsus*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
”And then you will be my husband.” She says, lying across their lap, looking up at them.
He remains silent, nodding a bit as he opens his own eyes, looking into theirs with anger at himself more than anything else.
“You’re doing that on purpose. Night I assume.” She walks over to her machines, refilling his pill jar, “These should work.”
*Here ya go.*
Ambrosia is sitting outside of the Inn, reading a book and sipping blood wine as she minds her own business.
Paracelsus is in her wagon lab, working on something as she sings quietly to herself, and does a little dancing too.
Her face is… the texture is strange, soft yet feeling as if there is some layer of hardness underneath.
He leans back in the chair so they can get more comfortable, reclining in the recliner, “You deserve rest.”
It practically functions the same, though it tastes like oranges now for some reason.
She giggles, her eyes turning bug like with a blink, “I almost asked the same about you when you came back.”
He silently regrets his mistake as he sits in the chair, letting them sleep, though he can’t sleep himself,
(Ah, my bad, I’m stupid) She brings the pill bottle over to them, sitting down, “You’ve got an average amount of skin, you know?” She hands them the bottle.
“…Xavier… do you want to see what I may look like sometimes?” She says, a bit of worry in her voice.
They find themselves alone on the recliner, Rag must’ve gone somewhere.
She takes the bottle, opening it up and taking one of the pills as she reads the ingredients “Probably, we’ll have to see won’t we?”
*I have twenty extra minutes!*
*Boilin' Bois, attack!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hello, dear friend Baalze, I’ve missed you.*
*Cut for Salem.*
“Like… when I’m feral… my truest form…”
Rag isn’t too far, sitting in a crater in the earth outside of the house, the ground around him turned to magma.
“Hmm, these are very interesting, where did you get them?”
*Hello, dear friend Jester, uoy dessim ev'I.*
*I love you very much*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Love you too my friend, your words mean a lot, truly.*