*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*
*say what now?*
*Oh yeah, I cracked my head open once, it’s not like I died, it’s all good.*
*something similar to that happened to my sister when she was 5 but it barely affected her whatsoever, despite the size of the wound. it was luckily pretty shallow. well, i’m glad you’re okay.*
*I mean, I’m not sure I’m okay, my brain did have access to the air, but the injury was my fault anyway. How about you man? You good?*
*wait, the skull broke too?*
*im alright, you?*
*Yep, brain just swaying in the wind along with my very rigid hair.*
*I’m doing good enough, happy to hear you’re at least Alright.*
*anybody want to rp?* *You have 2 options *No, or furry*
*i’ll take… furry*
*very well, what flavor?*
*mint*
*not an option* *you have the following to pick from* *ex-druggy, furniture boi, poly boi, rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, medicine dependent hare, will, or omi.*
*why am i so blind, i’m so sorry*
*rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, ex-druggy*
Saphuno is laying on a couch in the library after a workout
Domino is sitting at Felix's now empty grave
Mac is standing beside a sketchy alley.
Thirteen is just hanging around in the library.
Mauric is roving the woods, gathering herbs.
Riotan literally lives in sketchy alleys (despite still being on parole) and is on the nocturnal prowl.
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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.
*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*
*say what now?*
*Oh yeah, I cracked my head open once, it’s not like I died, it’s all good.*
*something similar to that happened to my sister when she was 5 but it barely affected her whatsoever, despite the size of the wound. it was luckily pretty shallow. well, i’m glad you’re okay.*
*I mean, I’m not sure I’m okay, my brain did have access to the air, but the injury was my fault anyway. How about you man? You good?*
*wait, the skull broke too?*
*im alright, you?*
*Yep, brain just swaying in the wind along with my very rigid hair.*
*I’m doing good enough, happy to hear you’re at least Alright.*
*dang. glad to hear you’re good though*
*Wanna possibly roleplay at some point?*
*why shore. got any preferences from my roster?*
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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.
*anybody want to rp?* *You have 2 options *No, or furry*
*i’ll take… furry*
*very well, what flavor?*
*mint*
*not an option* *you have the following to pick from* *ex-druggy, furniture boi, poly boi, rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, medicine dependent hare, will, or omi.*
*why am i so blind, i’m so sorry*
*rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, ex-druggy*
Saphuno is laying on a couch in the library after a workout
Domino is sitting at Felix's now empty grave
Mac is standing beside a sketchy alley.
Thirteen is just hanging around in the library.
Mauric is roving the woods, gathering herbs.
Riotan literally lives in sketchy alleys (despite still being on parole) and is on the nocturnal prowl.
"Thirteeeeen.." she calls out, lazily.
She waves to him sadly
Mac is fidgety and nervous.
“Mm?” He looks up, seemingly snapping out of a trance.
“Hi.” Mauric nods to her, bundling some watercress up in his belt.
Rio seems to just spawn in out of the shadows beside him. “Well hello…”
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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.
*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*
*say what now?*
*Oh yeah, I cracked my head open once, it’s not like I died, it’s all good.*
*something similar to that happened to my sister when she was 5 but it barely affected her whatsoever, despite the size of the wound. it was luckily pretty shallow. well, i’m glad you’re okay.*
*I mean, I’m not sure I’m okay, my brain did have access to the air, but the injury was my fault anyway. How about you man? You good?*
*wait, the skull broke too?*
*im alright, you?*
*Yep, brain just swaying in the wind along with my very rigid hair.*
*I’m doing good enough, happy to hear you’re at least Alright.*
*anybody want to rp?* *You have 2 options *No, or furry*
*i’ll take… furry*
*very well, what flavor?*
*mint*
*not an option* *you have the following to pick from* *ex-druggy, furniture boi, poly boi, rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, medicine dependent hare, will, or omi.*
*why am i so blind, i’m so sorry*
*rabbit mother, rabbit daughter, ex-druggy*
Saphuno is laying on a couch in the library after a workout
Domino is sitting at Felix's now empty grave
Mac is standing beside a sketchy alley.
Thirteen is just hanging around in the library.
Mauric is roving the woods, gathering herbs.
Riotan literally lives in sketchy alleys (despite still being on parole) and is on the nocturnal prowl.
"Thirteeeeen.." she calls out, lazily.
She waves to him sadly
Mac is fidgety and nervous.
“Mm?” He looks up, seemingly snapping out of a trance.
“Hi.” Mauric nods to her, bundling some watercress up in his belt.
Rio seems to just spawn in out of the shadows beside him. “Well hello…”
"You smell like somebody.. which is weird!"
"Hey, Mauric.."
"Perfect place for my sponsor to appear... [GP]..."
“What do you mean by that?”
Mauric heads over to stand beside her, head bowed solemnly.
”What’s wrong?”
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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.
*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*
*say what now?*
*Oh yeah, I cracked my head open once, it’s not like I died, it’s all good.*
*something similar to that happened to my sister when she was 5 but it barely affected her whatsoever, despite the size of the wound. it was luckily pretty shallow. well, i’m glad you’re okay.*
*I mean, I’m not sure I’m okay, my brain did have access to the air, but the injury was my fault anyway. How about you man? You good?*
*wait, the skull broke too?*
*im alright, you?*
*Yep, brain just swaying in the wind along with my very rigid hair.*
*I’m doing good enough, happy to hear you’re at least Alright.*
*dang. glad to hear you’re good though*
*Wanna possibly roleplay at some point?*
*why shore. got any preferences from my roster?*
*Nope, sorry that I don’t, deeply sorry indeed.*
*is fine. Paracelsus and Ambrosia?*
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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.
*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*
*say what now?*
*Oh yeah, I cracked my head open once, it’s not like I died, it’s all good.*
*something similar to that happened to my sister when she was 5 but it barely affected her whatsoever, despite the size of the wound. it was luckily pretty shallow. well, i’m glad you’re okay.*
*I mean, I’m not sure I’m okay, my brain did have access to the air, but the injury was my fault anyway. How about you man? You good?*
*wait, the skull broke too?*
*im alright, you?*
*Yep, brain just swaying in the wind along with my very rigid hair.*
*I’m doing good enough, happy to hear you’re at least Alright.*
*dang. glad to hear you’re good though*
*Wanna possibly roleplay at some point?*
*why shore. got any preferences from my roster?*
*Nope, sorry that I don’t, deeply sorry indeed.*
*is fine. Paracelsus and Ambrosia?*
*Of course, here ya go.*
Paracelsus is making a bomb in her lab, humming to herself as she puts every little piece together, making it as explosive as she possibly can.
Ambrosia is sitting next to a lake, what appears to be a monstrous insectoid mutant crocodile rests in her lap as she pets it softly.
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*Wanna possibly roleplay at some point?*
*Drifting apart?*
Paracelsus doesn’t mind as she eats some mushrooms, offering them one.
Marionette walks into the Inn, wearing more casual attire than before, still having her prayer book.
Clem comes back from a hunt, walking into his cave on all fours.
*I am exhausted :p*
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
Thirteen is just hanging around in the library.
Mauric is roving the woods, gathering herbs.
Riotan literally lives in sketchy alleys (despite still being on parole) and is on the nocturnal prowl.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Awful to hear, can you sleep?*
*why shore. got any preferences from my roster?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i’m sorry dude*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Mm?” He looks up, seemingly snapping out of a trance.
“Hi.” Mauric nods to her, bundling some watercress up in his belt.
Rio seems to just spawn in out of the shadows beside him. “Well hello…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Thats true, but it isn’t too mad.*
“Tasty? I wouldn’t describe him as tasty.” She says, thinking about their words for a moment “Does that matter to you?”
She smiles back at them, sitting down at the table they’re at.
He nods back to them, lying down on the bed and curling up, “Hello, dear. Looking ravishing today.”
*Nope, sorry that I don’t, deeply sorry indeed.*
“What do you mean by that?”
Mauric heads over to stand beside her, head bowed solemnly.
”What’s wrong?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*is fine. Paracelsus and Ambrosia?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We did sleep together, just like how we’ve slept in the same bed, nothing more. The cheese is in the back.”
She happily takes the water, drinking it while she processes what they said, “Y-you’re really pretty too.”
“Looking very nice, a hoard nearly befitting of you.” He nods, sighing as his muscles shift and turns humanoid.
*Of course, here ya go.*
Paracelsus is making a bomb in her lab, humming to herself as she puts every little piece together, making it as explosive as she possibly can.
Ambrosia is sitting next to a lake, what appears to be a monstrous insectoid mutant crocodile rests in her lap as she pets it softly.