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.
Suddenly, a boy wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, with light blue eyes and pale skin, what seems to be whipped cream instead of hair, and a pair of deer antlers made of chocolate wafers, is sitting down next to them. They have a hot chocolate in their hands as well. They don’t say anything, just looking at the Strugel, seeming interested in the hot chocolate his shadow is making.
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.
Strolling through the park is Issac Woodtwist, a strugel who's built a name for himself, as well as lifted boots. He has a lick of (blue is craftsman, right?) blue dye on his forehead, and mutters to himself
*Pink is craftsman, purple is greater craftsman. Blue lead the uncolored manual laborers and are just slightly above them, remaining in the bottom caste.*
The magician stops cozying up. He doesn't take the hot chocolate from his shadow, causing it some confusion. Then it turns and sees Issac, gaining understanding. It sets down the drink and picks up a calavera-like mask and microphone staff from the case, equipping its master with them. He pulls the shadow over his shoulders like a cape and stands on the bench. His glowing blue eyes look calm, but they pierce just by their very nature.
He stands stock still, just watching, not even trying to hide his presence.
*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.”
"I guess I was wrong, you do need a girlfriend." she chuckles before inspecting him
"I'm going to skin the [GP] alive.. Why only soon?"
"As long as you two are behaving yourselves. How's his arm?"
Several burns marks along his body, arms, and fists. Two arms broken and his Gi in tatters.
“I’ve got to prepare for my brother’s birthday, what would be a terrible gift?”
“Doing better than it was before, he’s growing healthier by the day.”
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.
Suddenly, a boy wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, with light blue eyes and pale skin, what seems to be whipped cream instead of hair, and a pair of deer antlers made of chocolate wafers, is sitting down next to them. They have a hot chocolate in their hands as well. They don’t say anything, just looking at the Strugel, seeming interested in the hot chocolate his shadow is making.
There is a lot of molten chocolate of various flavors being drizzled over the edge of the large mug, and quite a few spices and seasonings being added. The strugel looks up at the deity. "Nice trick. I usually go for flashier stuff, though." He looks back to the shadow. "He always gets my order right. I prefer using as little magic as possible, but sometimes it's nice to have an assistant who knows some tricks."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Hello Arch, I am alive I suppose.*
*gasp! The hot choccy gods? Whatever do they need?*
*C O N S U M P T I O N*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*well, I do indeed hope you are alive! Otherwise, who else am I going to bake into a meat pie?*
*I got a recipe from Ms. Lovett herself!*
*L E T U S R E J O I C E T H E N D A R L I N G*
*Ah, a meat pie? For whom shall I be made, dear Arch? I am not one of much content, so it would have to be quite the small pie.*
*Anyway, wanna RP? I just introduced a "spooky" shadow magician. He used to do birthday parties, but the crying stressed him out immensely.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sure! Are there any of my specific characters that you know that you’d like me to use?*
*why, it is for my dear Faerie Dragon Friend, Nathair!*
*Furries?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Go for whoever you want this time around. I wanna see what you do.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Suddenly, a boy wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, with light blue eyes and pale skin, what seems to be whipped cream instead of hair, and a pair of deer antlers made of chocolate wafers, is sitting down next to them. They have a hot chocolate in their hands as well. They don’t say anything, just looking at the Strugel, seeming interested in the hot chocolate his shadow is making.
*Pink is craftsman, purple is greater craftsman. Blue lead the uncolored manual laborers and are just slightly above them, remaining in the bottom caste.*
The magician stops cozying up. He doesn't take the hot chocolate from his shadow, causing it some confusion. Then it turns and sees Issac, gaining understanding. It sets down the drink and picks up a calavera-like mask and microphone staff from the case, equipping its master with them. He pulls the shadow over his shoulders like a cape and stands on the bench. His glowing blue eyes look calm, but they pierce just by their very nature.
He stands stock still, just watching, not even trying to hide his presence.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Several burns marks along his body, arms, and fists. Two arms broken and his Gi in tatters.
“I’ve got to prepare for my brother’s birthday, what would be a terrible gift?”
“Doing better than it was before, he’s growing healthier by the day.”
*Anyway, would anyone else want to possibly roleplay?*
There is a lot of molten chocolate of various flavors being drizzled over the edge of the large mug, and quite a few spices and seasonings being added. The strugel looks up at the deity. "Nice trick. I usually go for flashier stuff, though." He looks back to the shadow. "He always gets my order right. I prefer using as little magic as possible, but sometimes it's nice to have an assistant who knows some tricks."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels