"Wait, maybe that's an n.. I dunno, maybe you are."
"Sit down, I got this." shes moved to her seat by something. "Well, send me a stolas whenever's a good time."
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
"Wait, maybe that's an n.. I dunno, maybe you are."
"Sit down, I got this." shes moved to her seat by something. "Well, send me a stolas whenever's a good time."
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
"Yes, I know you. Unfortunate about your friend. I am sorry I accidentally caused it."
"Not bad looking, anyway." he shrugs, turning to her as wel
"Yes, I do, and she's mine. Why do you ask?"
“Oh, that was you?” For a moment the warmth in his voice fades, before he takes a deep breath, calming down “It’s fine now.”
“You aren’t too bad looking yourself, I suppose.” She looks into their eyes.
“Just a bit curious, families are funny things, I do hope the wedding goes well.”
"Wait, maybe that's an n.. I dunno, maybe you are."
"Sit down, I got this." shes moved to her seat by something. "Well, send me a stolas whenever's a good time."
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
"Yes, I know you. Unfortunate about your friend. I am sorry I accidentally caused it."
"Not bad looking, anyway." he shrugs, turning to her as wel
"Yes, I do, and she's mine. Why do you ask?"
“Oh, that was you?” For a moment the warmth in his voice fades, before he takes a deep breath, calming down “It’s fine now.”
“You aren’t too bad looking yourself, I suppose.” She looks into their eyes.
“Just a bit curious, families are funny things, I do hope the wedding goes well.”
"more or less something possessing me, but yes. Uh, do you know where my sibling is?"
"Thank you." he says, smiling
"As do I.. she seems scared, though I was too with Damian."
He shakes his head, “Not at the moment, no. Maybe inside of the house, I’ve been out here tending to the landscape all morning.”
She smiles back at them, lying onto her back, “I think I’m a mom now.”
“I would assume that’s your… husband? Marriage is a scary thing, but something worth while with the right person.”
He thinks for a minute, walking inside and nodding his head in thanks. "Does the wood have to be in the state 'wood' by the end of it? I mean, if it looks like wood, smells like wood, and even feels like wood, does it really matter if it's made of, say, paper? 'Cause I can do some serious tricks with paper. Learned them from some monks who came down from a monastery to make fun of the peasants' beer. They used to be katashiro mages a long time ago, but they had to learn how to make stronger papers without magic when their foes learned how to track magic by scent."
"Maybe, we can try it. When's a good time for you to come to my workshop?" he asks as he follows them, waddling to a table.
*ISTG I was looking hard for your reply, sorry I missed it*
"Maybe in a couple days, once I get settled in. If you can pay me I can be there whenever you need me." He plops down in a chair and looks at the menu sign above the bar. "You know what's good here?"
"Wait, maybe that's an n.. I dunno, maybe you are."
"Sit down, I got this." shes moved to her seat by something. "Well, send me a stolas whenever's a good time."
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
"Yes, I know you. Unfortunate about your friend. I am sorry I accidentally caused it."
"Not bad looking, anyway." he shrugs, turning to her as wel
"Yes, I do, and she's mine. Why do you ask?"
“Oh, that was you?” For a moment the warmth in his voice fades, before he takes a deep breath, calming down “It’s fine now.”
“You aren’t too bad looking yourself, I suppose.” She looks into their eyes.
“Just a bit curious, families are funny things, I do hope the wedding goes well.”
"more or less something possessing me, but yes. Uh, do you know where my sibling is?"
"Thank you." he says, smiling
"As do I.. she seems scared, though I was too with Damian."
He shakes his head, “Not at the moment, no. Maybe inside of the house, I’ve been out here tending to the landscape all morning.”
She smiles back at them, lying onto her back, “I think I’m a mom now.”
“I would assume that’s your… husband? Marriage is a scary thing, but something worth while with the right person.”
"Well, whenever you see them, tell them we need them on the 20th, they'll know what that means." he walks back through the portal
"What?.." he asks, confused.
"Yes, that's my husband. It does take the right person. Dear Lord how I thought he was cheesy when I first met him."
He nods, walking into the house to go looking for Sam, humming to himself with each step, not all too worried, Sam would tell him what’s going on if he needed to know.
“I think I accidentally adopted a kid, I like them though, so I’ll take care of them as long as I need to.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Cheesy? The best ones have the cutest little charms don’t they? Irresistible.” She smiles, “I should go find Xavier.”
"Maybe in a couple days, once I get settled in. If you can pay me I can be there whenever you need me." He plops down in a chair and looks at the menu sign above the bar. "You know what's good here?"
*It's all good*
"Just name your fair price, and there'll be coin, Woodtwist guarantee. General consensus is it's all good, the ale especially."
"Ten gold, plus expenses. I don't know how much paper this will take." He orders a summer ale. "How big is this client?"
"Wait, maybe that's an n.. I dunno, maybe you are."
"Sit down, I got this." shes moved to her seat by something. "Well, send me a stolas whenever's a good time."
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
"Yes, I know you. Unfortunate about your friend. I am sorry I accidentally caused it."
"Not bad looking, anyway." he shrugs, turning to her as wel
"Yes, I do, and she's mine. Why do you ask?"
“Oh, that was you?” For a moment the warmth in his voice fades, before he takes a deep breath, calming down “It’s fine now.”
“You aren’t too bad looking yourself, I suppose.” She looks into their eyes.
“Just a bit curious, families are funny things, I do hope the wedding goes well.”
"more or less something possessing me, but yes. Uh, do you know where my sibling is?"
"Thank you." he says, smiling
"As do I.. she seems scared, though I was too with Damian."
He shakes his head, “Not at the moment, no. Maybe inside of the house, I’ve been out here tending to the landscape all morning.”
She smiles back at them, lying onto her back, “I think I’m a mom now.”
“I would assume that’s your… husband? Marriage is a scary thing, but something worth while with the right person.”
"Well, whenever you see them, tell them we need them on the 20th, they'll know what that means." he walks back through the portal
"What?.." he asks, confused.
"Yes, that's my husband. It does take the right person. Dear Lord how I thought he was cheesy when I first met him."
He nods, walking into the house to go looking for Sam, humming to himself with each step, not all too worried, Sam would tell him what’s going on if he needed to know.
“I think I accidentally adopted a kid, I like them though, so I’ll take care of them as long as I need to.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Cheesy? The best ones have the cutest little charms don’t they? Irresistible.” She smiles, “I should go find Xavier.”
She's on the floor, clutching the stone, relaxing
"Oh, okay.." he says, yawning
"He brought the lights down, and he constantly shows all his chest." she smiles at the thought. "Yes, do! bring him here, he should meet Damian."
He sits down next to them, looking down “Omi was looking for you, wanted you for something on 20th he said.”
“Getting tired? Wanna sleep in my arms again?”
She chuckles, “He sounds absolutely lovely, I will be back as soon as I can be.” She walks out, going to look for Xavier, sniffing the air for the scent of his blood pumping through his veins.
Rag looks over to see who it is, not too worried if anyone was able to get into here, “Welcome, I’m not Sam, but I’m here.”
“Why would I write that I’m hot? I suppose we’ll never know.”
She stands up from her seat, putting her dishes in the sink, “We would love to have you.”
*Ah, the cut.*
“Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Nice to meet you, Omi.”
She tilts her head, looking to them, “If you say so, I wouldn’t know, I don’t have perspective.”
She sits back down, picking at her teeth with a clawed finger “If I weren’t here visiting, I would have already sent you one, wait, you have a daughter? Blood related or adopted?”
“Oh, that was you?” For a moment the warmth in his voice fades, before he takes a deep breath, calming down “It’s fine now.”
“You aren’t too bad looking yourself, I suppose.” She looks into their eyes.
“Just a bit curious, families are funny things, I do hope the wedding goes well.”
He shakes his head, “Not at the moment, no. Maybe inside of the house, I’ve been out here tending to the landscape all morning.”
She smiles back at them, lying onto her back, “I think I’m a mom now.”
“I would assume that’s your… husband? Marriage is a scary thing, but something worth while with the right person.”
"Maybe in a couple days, once I get settled in. If you can pay me I can be there whenever you need me." He plops down in a chair and looks at the menu sign above the bar. "You know what's good here?"
*It's all good*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, walking into the house to go looking for Sam, humming to himself with each step, not all too worried, Sam would tell him what’s going on if he needed to know.
“I think I accidentally adopted a kid, I like them though, so I’ll take care of them as long as I need to.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Cheesy? The best ones have the cutest little charms don’t they? Irresistible.” She smiles, “I should go find Xavier.”
"Ten gold, plus expenses. I don't know how much paper this will take." He orders a summer ale. "How big is this client?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sits down next to them, looking down “Omi was looking for you, wanted you for something on 20th he said.”
“Getting tired? Wanna sleep in my arms again?”
She chuckles, “He sounds absolutely lovely, I will be back as soon as I can be.” She walks out, going to look for Xavier, sniffing the air for the scent of his blood pumping through his veins.
He nods. "Sounds like a (gp)ing idiot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels