*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
A shadowy figure sits in the corner of the tavern, seeming to stick to the one spot where light doesn't seem to reach. In the shadows is a mess of doll parts, ranging from Victorian era porcelain doll to more recently ones made from wood. A mass juncture of doll heads seem to make up the creatures head, pieces of plastic, porcelain, hog skin, horse hide, and even glass make it up in a vaguely human shape. They wear a exceptionally well tailored suit made with fun patterns and colors that fit the color scheme of fall. They seem to be working on something fervently, a small music box in hand.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
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*It’s going, and I’m decently sure I don’t want the whole ‘life’ thing to stop any time soon. How about you?*
*I would want to if you would. Though you have to choose this time.*
*Of course.*
Paracelsus is writing down some equations in her lab on her whiteboard, humming to herself, Nine sitting nearby.
Marionette has come back from another adventure, her skin covered in bandages, her adventure form fitting. She sits in her apartment, sipping tea.
Mark is with Percy, who has come to the Inn. Percy turns out to be a giant saber tooth tiger, which Mark is sitting with outside of the Inn.
Nine doesn’t react, feeling as cold as it always does, resting in their arms.
She goes to the door, opening it without worry, smiling when they see Lotty.
He looks up to them and smiles, petting Percy, “No, this is just the training partner I told you about, I could never replace you.”
“Why are you staring James?” She asks, turning to them.
She takes one of their hands, “Uhhh, I would love to- I mean, I would really like to, if you want to.” She pulls them inside awkwardly.
He leans back in his chair, “Are… no you couldn’t be jealous of Percy.”
“Oh that? Wait… that’s wrong.” She erases it, doing the equations over “Thank you, dear James.”
She nods, not looking at her, sitting back on her mat with her tea, “W-what do you want to do?”
He smiles brightly, tilting his head as he looks at them, “Do you want me to?”
*Cut for Salem.*
“Don’t be, I’m fine being your mother, you need the support and I’m happy to give.” She pats their head softly.
She nods, putting down her cup next to her, “That sounds fun, if you want to.”
“Well, I won’t be able to pet you any all the way up there.” He says, gesturing for them to come down.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
A shadowy figure sits in the corner of the tavern, seeming to stick to the one spot where light doesn't seem to reach. In the shadows is a mess of doll parts, ranging from Victorian era porcelain doll to more recently ones made from wood. A mass juncture of doll heads seem to make up the creatures head, pieces of plastic, porcelain, hog skin, horse hide, and even glass make it up in a vaguely human shape. They wear a exceptionally well tailored suit made with fun patterns and colors that fit the color scheme of fall. They seem to be working on something fervently, a small music box in hand.
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
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
She continues to correct mistakes where they find them, “These would have taken me all night to find.”
She chuckles with them, patiently waiting for them to be finished preparing, her hands in her lap, “What are we playing?”
He holds out a hand to rub the side of their face and top of their head, “Good to see you, honey.”
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
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
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.