She is about to respond before realizing they have immediately fallen asleep. "Okay, I will." She responds quietly, walking out of the cave and looking for Omori.
Mavis jumps up a bit to grab onto the rope, clambering up onto the ship proper with her Gunlance and shield on her back.
(good place to end if you want to, want anyone else?)
The ship is absolutely bustling with life, people constantly moving and working, shop venders peddling supplies for hunters, the forges clanging as they make improvements to armor and weapons out of monster parts, and the hunters themselves, having the times of their lives. Thorfinn is currently arm wrestling a woman twice his size, and winning too.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Welp, it seems like Dark is going to be gone for a while, so does anyone else want to rp? It's cool if not, I'll still just be here, hiding from view, a ghost.*
*Sparrow and Rag, please, if they're still around*
*Neither of them are dead, yet, so sure.*
Sparrow is practicing with Rosemary back at his old camp. He doesn't have much else to do these days, and genuinely isn't interested in much adventuring anymore, he just wants to live a happy and simple life.
Rag is working in his dimensional soup kitchen/homeless shelter, helping those who need it where he can, sitting behind the counter, legs crossed as he serves up meals to those in need.
He smells spicy barbecue made with some unknown meat, and hears the slow scuttling of giant spider legs as something approaches from behind.
A strugel in a midnight blue magician's outfit walks in, with skull-like facepaint and tired eyes. He has candles on the brim of his top hat and carries nothing but a suitcase. He has a unique scent, mostly covered by the candles and heavy use of soap, but it's still there, and Rag can tell that this guy has made some mistakes in the past due to messing with dark forces.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori was in the forest nearby when the ritual took place, sensing a magical disturbance in that direction, and walks over to see what happened. She only arrives after all the events above have occurred, looking around for what was messing with the weather just a few minutes ago.
Lillith rubs her temples and waves a hand, the storm clouds disappearing almost instantly.
She looks over at Lillith with awe upon seeing her nonchalantly dispel the storm in seconds, approaching a bit. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" She asks with childlike curiosity and a complete absence of fear.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
"That's awesome!" She cheerfully responds, a wide toothy grin on her face. "What's your name?"
"My name is Lillith. What is yours child?"
"Omori." says Omori. "Nice to meet ya, Lillith. What brings you here?"
"I... do not know.." She murmured before shaking her head "I have a job to do I think.."
"Well, there's a place not too far from here- Lord's Rest Inn- where you can get your bearings while you figure it out." She responds, pointing in the general direction of the Inn. "It should be that way."
"Its okay. I shall make my own home." she smiles and stands up, raising her hands as a palace, somehow, rises from the ground, fully built from stone and metal.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smells spicy barbecue made with some unknown meat, and hears the slow scuttling of giant spider legs as something approaches from behind.
A strugel in a midnight blue magician's outfit walks in, with skull-like facepaint and tired eyes. He has candles on the brim of his top hat and carries nothing but a suitcase. He has a unique scent, mostly covered by the candles and heavy use of soap, but it's still there, and Rag can tell that this guy has made some mistakes in the past due to messing with dark forces.
His nose twitches from the smell, but ducks behind a tree when he hears the scuttling, shivering slightly at the sound of the spider, his deep fear of spiders shaking him to his core before trying to circle around them.
He doesn't mind the new arrival, taking out a bowl of soup, filling it to the brim before passing it to the stranger with a bright smile on his face, entirely genuine "Nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy the meal." He says, cracking his fingers, "I haven't seen you around before, I'm Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He hesitates a bit. "You're beautiful. And scary. Like a big tiger." He pulls out a piece of paper with a picture of her and writing in Celestial on it. He holds it up, comparing it to her. He seems a little awed, a little confused, and kind of just little in general.
She watches them like a hawk, her pupils dilating between slivers and orbs. "I thank you for the compliment I suppose." she says, eating the meal he has produced.
It's weird. Whatever meat this is, she hasn't had it before. The spices and sauces are familiar though. The strugel tilts his bamboo hat back down so he isn't staring at her. "So, you're Lillian, right? I can't read this very well." He mumbles a bit. "My celestial is pretty rusty."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hesitates a bit. "You're beautiful. And scary. Like a big tiger." He pulls out a piece of paper with a picture of her and writing in Celestial on it. He holds it up, comparing it to her. He seems a little awed, a little confused, and kind of just little in general.
She watches them like a hawk, her pupils dilating between slivers and orbs. "I thank you for the compliment I suppose." she says, eating the meal he has produced.
It's weird. Whatever meat this is, she hasn't had it before. The spices and sauces are familiar though. The strugel tilts his bamboo hat back down so he isn't staring at her. "So, you're Lillian, right? I can't read this very well." He mumbles a bit. "My celestial is pretty rusty."
"Lillith, dear. That is my name." She said, setting the little plate down beside her "And if you are reading it off of there, then you know something."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smells spicy barbecue made with some unknown meat, and hears the slow scuttling of giant spider legs as something approaches from behind.
A strugel in a midnight blue magician's outfit walks in, with skull-like facepaint and tired eyes. He has candles on the brim of his top hat and carries nothing but a suitcase. He has a unique scent, mostly covered by the candles and heavy use of soap, but it's still there, and Rag can tell that this guy has made some mistakes in the past due to messing with dark forces.
His nose twitches from the smell, but ducks behind a tree when he hears the scuttling, shivering slightly at the sound of the spider, his deep fear of spiders shaking him to his core before trying to circle around them.
He doesn't mind the new arrival, taking out a bowl of soup, filling it to the brim before passing it to the stranger with a bright smile on his face, entirely genuine "Nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy the meal." He says, cracking his fingers, "I haven't seen you around before, I'm Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag."
The giant spider just stands there. It has a little wooden shrine on its back, occupied by a smoke-stained, Budai-like wooden strugel statue with long, curved fangs. A tiny grill is mounted on the spider's head, and is the source of the smell.
He bows, his eyes grateful but still very tired. "Thank you, Rag! I came here with a carnival. Well, not with the carnival, they kind of threw me off the train while they were passing because I told them this was my stop a couple miles before."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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(good place to end if you want to, want anyone else?)
The ship is absolutely bustling with life, people constantly moving and working, shop venders peddling supplies for hunters, the forges clanging as they make improvements to armor and weapons out of monster parts, and the hunters themselves, having the times of their lives. Thorfinn is currently arm wrestling a woman twice his size, and winning too.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He smells spicy barbecue made with some unknown meat, and hears the slow scuttling of giant spider legs as something approaches from behind.
A strugel in a midnight blue magician's outfit walks in, with skull-like facepaint and tired eyes. He has candles on the brim of his top hat and carries nothing but a suitcase. He has a unique scent, mostly covered by the candles and heavy use of soap, but it's still there, and Rag can tell that this guy has made some mistakes in the past due to messing with dark forces.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Its okay. I shall make my own home." she smiles and stands up, raising her hands as a palace, somehow, rises from the ground, fully built from stone and metal.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His nose twitches from the smell, but ducks behind a tree when he hears the scuttling, shivering slightly at the sound of the spider, his deep fear of spiders shaking him to his core before trying to circle around them.
He doesn't mind the new arrival, taking out a bowl of soup, filling it to the brim before passing it to the stranger with a bright smile on his face, entirely genuine "Nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy the meal." He says, cracking his fingers, "I haven't seen you around before, I'm Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*All good! Also just realized, Theren lost his right arm and Lore lost her left*
Therens eyebrows furrow. "No harm in trying right..?"
"P-please dont hurt me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She breaks through their defenses, holding close to them as she continues to happily kiss them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Anyway, does anyone else want to rp? Just asking one more time just in case, making sure.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Leo laughs, ducking underwater
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*heheheh.*
She shrugs and nods "I suppose."
"I am not going to harm you." She said "I would never."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She lets them escape, leaning against the walls of the spring.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
It's weird. Whatever meat this is, she hasn't had it before. The spices and sauces are familiar though. The strugel tilts his bamboo hat back down so he isn't staring at her. "So, you're Lillian, right? I can't read this very well." He mumbles a bit. "My celestial is pretty rusty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ack! Im sorry! Things keep getting buried..*
"Hm, I suppose that is better than anything." she said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Was this planned???*
He tries to cast regenerate on her arm.
"O-okay.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo splashes her with water
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg to lunch. be back soonish*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She tries to block the water, laughing and splashing them back.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Lillith, dear. That is my name." She said, setting the little plate down beside her "And if you are reading it off of there, then you know something."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Your name does ring a bell though. not sure from where"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
The giant spider just stands there. It has a little wooden shrine on its back, occupied by a smoke-stained, Budai-like wooden strugel statue with long, curved fangs. A tiny grill is mounted on the spider's head, and is the source of the smell.
He bows, his eyes grateful but still very tired. "Thank you, Rag! I came here with a carnival. Well, not with the carnival, they kind of threw me off the train while they were passing because I told them this was my stop a couple miles before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.