*He's a strugel magician (as in sleight of hand and optical illusions) with powers relating to death, shadows, and fear. He's also a sweetheart who was fired from the Carnival of Fear because he was too scary for the kids, not scary enough for the adults and teens, and way too invested in what the audience thought of him. He's actually terrifying when he needs to be, but he's pretty nervous himself and can't stand the sound of crying.*
*He's a strugel magician (as in sleight of hand and optical illusions) with powers relating to death, shadows, and fear. He's also a sweetheart who was fired from the Carnival of Fear because he was too scary for the kids, not scary enough for the adults and teens, and way too invested in what the audience thought of him. He's actually terrifying when he needs to be, but he's pretty nervous himself and can't stand the sound of crying.*
*wonderous! good to see you as well, here's the reply to what we were talking about last night*
*I get that. I might bring him back sometime.*
*What about him made you angry?*
*Also, I might not be able to reply tonight.*
*might have been my own lack of communication, or his closed-off personality. Would be good to see him return, and make things right*
*Thanks for talking to me about this. It means a lot to me. I was worried I'd make you uncomfortable.*
*What do you think of the magician idea? He's a soft boi from the lowest caste.*
A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
*Mornin’, just got up myself, I’ll be on later, but wanna start an rp?*
*Positively, who ya want?*
*The three headed dragon, Domino, and Saphuno. I think. If that’s okay.*
*Certainly*
The Flame is reading a book
Domino is bandaging her paw
Saphuno is back in the kitchen
They hear an explosion nearby, as well as seeing a pillar of fire reaching into the sky.
Sanviento sits down next to them, adjusting his glasses “I hear you’ve started bounty hunting?”
The air gets an unmistakable chill as Ambrosia sits down nearby, waving to them politely.
She takes to the skies, and to the source
"Correct. Why do you ask, Unc?"
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
*Sorry, here now.*
They find Benimaru fighting with what can only be assumed to be a demon infernal. Two of Beni’s arms are broken, but the infernal looks worse off.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to help me kill the man who killed your father.”
She thinks for a moment, before looking into their eyes “Just something simple, do you have anything alive?”
She rushes in and holds the infernal down for Benny
"I suppose so.. I'd. Yes, absoloutely." fire fills her eyes and horns
"No, feds outlawed that a long time ago.. Do I know you?.."
It isn’t strong enough to resist her, Benny panting heavy as he gathers power into his fist. He throws his fist at the infernal’s head, roasting them, and burning his own fist pretty bad.
He chuckles, “You’re just like him, it’s uncanny. Well, soon enough we will be able to.”
“I do believe I’m in love with your brother, so possibly.” She says with a soft laugh and a smile “If that’s all right of course.”
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*Mornin’, just got up myself, I’ll be on later, but wanna start an rp?*
*The three headed dragon, Domino, and Saphuno. I think. If that’s okay.*
They hear an explosion nearby, as well as seeing a pillar of fire reaching into the sky.
Sanviento sits down next to them, adjusting his glasses “I hear you’ve started bounty hunting?”
The air gets an unmistakable chill as Ambrosia sits down nearby, waving to them politely.
*one-fifty-one thousand, six-hundred people die, every day on earth,*
*if that’s not a reason to cry, well, it’s an awful lot of paper work.*
*I made a character in good time last night.*
*He's a strugel magician (as in sleight of hand and optical illusions) with powers relating to death, shadows, and fear. He's also a sweetheart who was fired from the Carnival of Fear because he was too scary for the kids, not scary enough for the adults and teens, and way too invested in what the audience thought of him. He's actually terrifying when he needs to be, but he's pretty nervous himself and can't stand the sound of crying.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Thanks for talking to me about this. It means a lot to me. I was worried I'd make you uncomfortable.*
*What do you think of the magician idea? He's a soft boi from the lowest caste.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Goooooood afternoon, everyone!*
Omori is practicing her magic, actually being able to cast spells again now that the Void Shard has stopped taking her magic away- for now, at least.
KK is sitting under a tree in the forest, making designs for what she'll make for her to wear for the wedding, wanting to keep it a surprise.
Helianth is attempting to try to free itself from the walls of the Spelljammer, though it's not making any real progress.
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 appears to have gathered an audience of young children in wolf pelts, similar to each other beyond their different hair and war paint styles.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Sorry, here now.*
They find Benimaru fighting with what can only be assumed to be a demon infernal. Two of Beni’s arms are broken, but the infernal looks worse off.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to help me kill the man who killed your father.”
She thinks for a moment, before looking into their eyes “Just something simple, do you have anything alive?”
*I’m finally back, anybody else here?*
*hello, my dearest darlings!*
A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*My devout sibling, the hot choccy gods require your attention.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It isn’t strong enough to resist her, Benny panting heavy as he gathers power into his fist. He throws his fist at the infernal’s head, roasting them, and burning his own fist pretty bad.
He chuckles, “You’re just like him, it’s uncanny. Well, soon enough we will be able to.”
“I do believe I’m in love with your brother, so possibly.” She says with a soft laugh and a smile “If that’s all right of course.”