*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
The door opens with a bell ring, and behind a desk sits Dew. In the main room, there's a water cooler, a magazine rack, a table and chairs surrounding it. "Hello! Welcome in."
"Nine is unique, how dare you!" he laughs as well. "Why?"
She sits next to him, a paw on his chest as she takes in the view. "So amazing.."
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
"Yes, ma'am." he smiles. "Oh, this is just the waiting room. I do the massages in a back room, for privacy."
"Well, that's a noble cause, I guess." he pets at Nine, smiling
"I could never forget this.. Thank you, my love." she points to a cloud. "That one looks like you."
She sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back, her neck popping “Thank ya, sweetheart, I’ll wait fer my turn then.”
Nine curls around their hand, not having any need bones or organs, simply twisting unnaturally, “It’s harder than it should be.”
He chuckles, leaning close to her, “I suppose it does, and that one is nearly as fluffy as you.” He says with a smile, pointing to another.
He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't have anybody else, it is your turn.."
"How so?" he asks, inspecting Nine
"Indeed. Hmm, hold on." gusts of wind shape the cloud doppelgangers to a more accurate representation and bring them closer together.
She gets up from the chair, her back cracking as she groans “Good, I didn’t feel like waitin’.” She follow where they lead.
“For some reason, I just can’t do what I did with Nine. It’s strange.”
He hugs them as tight as he possibly could, “You mean… everything to me, thank you for being what I didn’t know I needed.” He says with a bright smile.
He settles her into a chair table, making sure she's comfortable. "You ready?"
"I cant think of why that'd be the case, but.. weird. Nine is cute, I like it."
"No, thank you.. I was perfectly content with being a genderless plant hoarding weirdo, but then.. I felt your warmth, literally.. You changed my life, Ragnerious.."
She melts into the chair, her bones cracking and popping with each little movement, “Any time, sweetheart.”
Nine meows, satisfied by the praise “Nine is cute, that’s true, I’ll figure it out when I’m not tripping.”
He leans against her, putting his forehead to hers, smiling at them, “I would be lying if I said that you didn’t change mine, and I’m no liar. You gave me the chance to have something I didn’t know I wanted, you.”
"Ha! Give me two, three months before we fight again. Even with my remarkable recovery skills, my ego is still eggshell-thin. If I hadn't stooped to using my teeth, you would have walloped me. Without Oris, I'm hardly a decent fighter. Really, they won the fight for me, not the other way around."
“It doesn’t matter what got you the win, as long as you get it. I think Oris deserves a treat for getting you a victory against an opponent you would have lost to otherwise, but maybe I’m wrong.” He goes back to standing, rolling his shoulders, “I should go soon, get some rest.”
"Of course. But I will say that not everything is worth it to win a fight." He continues his ritual, etching symbols into the ground around the circle and putting the handful of smoke in.
He walks off, waving them goodbye at the prospect of another duel, realizing that he’s made a new friend, heading back to the Inn.
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
The door opens with a bell ring, and behind a desk sits Dew. In the main room, there's a water cooler, a magazine rack, a table and chairs surrounding it. "Hello! Welcome in."
"Nine is unique, how dare you!" he laughs as well. "Why?"
She sits next to him, a paw on his chest as she takes in the view. "So amazing.."
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
"Yes, ma'am." he smiles. "Oh, this is just the waiting room. I do the massages in a back room, for privacy."
"Well, that's a noble cause, I guess." he pets at Nine, smiling
"I could never forget this.. Thank you, my love." she points to a cloud. "That one looks like you."
She sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back, her neck popping “Thank ya, sweetheart, I’ll wait fer my turn then.”
Nine curls around their hand, not having any need bones or organs, simply twisting unnaturally, “It’s harder than it should be.”
He chuckles, leaning close to her, “I suppose it does, and that one is nearly as fluffy as you.” He says with a smile, pointing to another.
He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't have anybody else, it is your turn.."
"How so?" he asks, inspecting Nine
"Indeed. Hmm, hold on." gusts of wind shape the cloud doppelgangers to a more accurate representation and bring them closer together.
She gets up from the chair, her back cracking as she groans “Good, I didn’t feel like waitin’.” She follow where they lead.
“For some reason, I just can’t do what I did with Nine. It’s strange.”
He hugs them as tight as he possibly could, “You mean… everything to me, thank you for being what I didn’t know I needed.” He says with a bright smile.
He settles her into a chair table, making sure she's comfortable. "You ready?"
"I cant think of why that'd be the case, but.. weird. Nine is cute, I like it."
"No, thank you.. I was perfectly content with being a genderless plant hoarding weirdo, but then.. I felt your warmth, literally.. You changed my life, Ragnerious.."
She melts into the chair, her bones cracking and popping with each little movement, “Any time, sweetheart.”
Nine meows, satisfied by the praise “Nine is cute, that’s true, I’ll figure it out when I’m not tripping.”
He leans against her, putting his forehead to hers, smiling at them, “I would be lying if I said that you didn’t change mine, and I’m no liar. You gave me the chance to have something I didn’t know I wanted, you.”
He presses against her in just the right spots, his paws soft and seeming to have the magic touch
"You need to lay off those things, man.." he says, laying down in the bed
She nuzzles his nose with hers, smiling as well. "I love you.. So much.. I.. don't ever wanna lose you.."
She melts into their touch, knots that have been around for years melting away as she sighs, “Thank ya again…”
“Ah, don’t worry, they can’t kill me more than anything else, and I can just drink something to kill the effect.” She pops a vial, and her eyes widen.
“And you never will, as long as I never lose you.” He wraps his arms around them, pulling them as close as he can, though making sure not to crush them.
She cackles, rolling her neck under their hands, “Comes with bein’ an adventurer an’ a mother, but I wouldn’t trade it fer nothin’ in the world.”
She seems to be realizing something, putting her head in her hands, “[gp].”
Rag definitely notices the new heat, and can’t help but enjoy it more than anything else, “Dear, you’re warm, like I am.”
He targets their lower back, humming. "Well, your kids have an amazing parent. Most humans wouldn't be able to bear this much.."
"What's the matter?" Robin asks, James stirring a bit
"Strange.. I'll chalk it up to plant-like adaptation." she chuckles, the heat fading after a while.
She joins into the humming, enjoying the massage happily “Thank ya fer sayin’ that, I try ta be, it ain’t easy, but I want ta be the parent they ain’t have befer.”
She shakes her head, “Nothing wrong, just realizing that I might be in love.”
“Maybe… you’re likely right… you know, nothing is likely around for miles, just us and the starry night~” He says with a chuckle of his own.
She cackles, rolling her neck under their hands, “Comes with bein’ an adventurer an’ a mother, but I wouldn’t trade it fer nothin’ in the world.”
She seems to be realizing something, putting her head in her hands, “[gp].”
Rag definitely notices the new heat, and can’t help but enjoy it more than anything else, “Dear, you’re warm, like I am.”
He targets their lower back, humming. "Well, your kids have an amazing parent. Most humans wouldn't be able to bear this much.."
"What's the matter?" Robin asks, James stirring a bit
"Strange.. I'll chalk it up to plant-like adaptation." she chuckles, the heat fading after a while.
She joins into the humming, enjoying the massage happily “Thank ya fer sayin’ that, I try ta be, it ain’t easy, but I want ta be the parent they ain’t have befer.”
She shakes her head, “Nothing wrong, just realizing that I might be in love.”
“Maybe… you’re likely right… you know, nothing is likely around for miles, just us and the starry night~” He says with a chuckle of his own.
"Oh, did you adopt? That's simply wonderful. Relax, please" He says as a warning, rotating her head to crack her neck
"Oh, with who?" his tone is genuinely curious and surprised.
"What about that goat, huh?" she asks, laughing and sprawling out on top of him. "Oh, alright. But, you know the drill."
She does relax, letting every little inch of her neck pop with released stress, sighing happily once more, “Yep, just opened up an orphanage ta give the kids a bigger home.”
She doesn’t look up, keeping a hand on her face as she gestures in their general direction.
He laughs with them, smiling happily at the chance, “I don’t think the goats will mind too much.” (Good place to end for that. Handle it however you like.)
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the place is absolutely bustling. The warmer weather and spring coming around has meant more folks from out of town, in town, and in between. He works diligently, his staff working beside him. He grumbles and picks up a beautiful plate of steak tartar and hands it to one of the runners "Table 3 mate."
Aix is inside the tavern, lounging on a sofa in the main room while he sips a cocktail and reads a book on the history of fashion. He is dressed in a black T-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and thick black platform boots. His extremely long black hair is tied back in a bun.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*weeeeee.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She melts into the chair, her bones cracking and popping with each little movement, “Any time, sweetheart.”
Nine meows, satisfied by the praise “Nine is cute, that’s true, I’ll figure it out when I’m not tripping.”
He leans against her, putting his forehead to hers, smiling at them, “I would be lying if I said that you didn’t change mine, and I’m no liar. You gave me the chance to have something I didn’t know I wanted, you.”
He walks off, waving them goodbye at the prospect of another duel, realizing that he’s made a new friend, heading back to the Inn.
She melts into their touch, knots that have been around for years melting away as she sighs, “Thank ya again…”
“Ah, don’t worry, they can’t kill me more than anything else, and I can just drink something to kill the effect.” She pops a vial, and her eyes widen.
“And you never will, as long as I never lose you.” He wraps his arms around them, pulling them as close as he can, though making sure not to crush them.
*Goodnight, tuna of the land!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem.*
She cackles, rolling her neck under their hands, “Comes with bein’ an adventurer an’ a mother, but I wouldn’t trade it fer nothin’ in the world.”
She seems to be realizing something, putting her head in her hands, “[gp].”
Rag definitely notices the new heat, and can’t help but enjoy it more than anything else, “Dear, you’re warm, like I am.”
*Goodnight, father of the fish.*
She joins into the humming, enjoying the massage happily “Thank ya fer sayin’ that, I try ta be, it ain’t easy, but I want ta be the parent they ain’t have befer.”
She shakes her head, “Nothing wrong, just realizing that I might be in love.”
“Maybe… you’re likely right… you know, nothing is likely around for miles, just us and the starry night~” He says with a chuckle of his own.
She does relax, letting every little inch of her neck pop with released stress, sighing happily once more, “Yep, just opened up an orphanage ta give the kids a bigger home.”
She doesn’t look up, keeping a hand on her face as she gestures in their general direction.
He laughs with them, smiling happily at the chance, “I don’t think the goats will mind too much.” (Good place to end for that. Handle it however you like.)
*the boiling earth rejects me*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Excuse me, did you say boiling?*
*idk. i can't read.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*fair enough, neither can I.*
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the place is absolutely bustling. The warmer weather and spring coming around has meant more folks from out of town, in town, and in between. He works diligently, his staff working beside him. He grumbles and picks up a beautiful plate of steak tartar and hands it to one of the runners "Table 3 mate."
Aix is inside the tavern, lounging on a sofa in the main room while he sips a cocktail and reads a book on the history of fashion. He is dressed in a black T-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and thick black platform boots. His extremely long black hair is tied back in a bun.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*rats.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]