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.
Angel is outside, gathering herbs. He is dressed in a simple black tank top and a pair of loose black pants, something comfortable for outside wear. He has already gathered up dill weed, sage brush, chives, wild onion, and wild chicory.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
Merabelle shakes her head as the skull disappears, stopping herself, believing that she was hallucinating from lack of blood until Samaritan actually arrives. She looks up at them, putting down her books.
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
Merabelle shakes her head as the skull disappears, stopping herself, believing that she was hallucinating from lack of blood until Samaritan actually arrives. She looks up at them, putting down her books.
He curses in infernal and picks her up "Merabelle, Oi, stay with me please?" He gently pats her cheek to keep her awake, and he heads back to his restaurant. He looks incredibly worried.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
Merabelle shakes her head as the skull disappears, stopping herself, believing that she was hallucinating from lack of blood until Samaritan actually arrives. She looks up at them, putting down her books.
He curses in infernal and picks her up "Merabelle, Oi, stay with me please?" He gently pats her cheek to keep her awake, and he heads back to his restaurant. He looks incredibly worried.
She looks up at them, weakly raising up her hands to give them a hug, full on sobbing at this point, her body weak and limp from the days, maybe weeks she’s spent trying what she’s been trying, she begins to speak, “They… took Oliver…”
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."
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
The skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
Merabelle shakes her head as the skull disappears, stopping herself, believing that she was hallucinating from lack of blood until Samaritan actually arrives. She looks up at them, putting down her books.
He curses in infernal and picks her up "Merabelle, Oi, stay with me please?" He gently pats her cheek to keep her awake, and he heads back to his restaurant. He looks incredibly worried.
She looks up at them, weakly raising up her hands to give them a hug, full on sobbing at this point, her body weak and limp from the days, maybe weeks she’s spent trying what she’s been trying, she begins to speak, “They… took Oliver…”
"Who is Oliver?" he said as he kicked in the door to the restaurant's back door. "BLOODY MOVE YOU MUPPETS!" He cursed out his staff before sweeping aside everything on a table and setting her down on it. He grabs a first aid kit and begins to apply antiseptic to any wounds.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Most of the cuts on her palms and hands are self made in the attempt to draw more powerful magic circles, easy to bandage up, but she’s pale from lack of blood, more than usual anyway. “My… son… Oliver…” She whispers weakly.
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*ye.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Mornin’ pardners of all shapes and sizes, the jokes man has made his way to the scene.*
*hi jester*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
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.
Angel is outside, gathering herbs. He is dressed in a simple black tank top and a pair of loose black pants, something comfortable for outside wear. He has already gathered up dill weed, sage brush, chives, wild onion, and wild chicory.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Samaritan would notice something absurdly strange. Merabelle hasn’t been working, and hasn’t even been seen much for the past few days, and when she has been seen, she hasn’t talked to anyone other than her kids, on some kind of mission as she walks from her orphanage to the library every day without fault, like she’s looking for something.
He notices this but can't do anything about it at the moment, so he does something he hasn't done in a while.
Merabelle can feel something watching her before a tiny orb of fire flies over to her. It appears to be in the shape of a skull with eyes that look like Samaritan's.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Hi Wendo)
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 skull sees Merabelle, disheveled, tired, and sitting with several stacks of books around her as she mutters to herself, drawing magic circles with her own blood and accessing dark magics for some reason, she looks desperate, not even noticing that something is watching her.
The skull rasps on Samaritan's voice "Merabelle? What is wrong?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She doesn’t react at first, before looking up, bags deep around her eyes, “Samaritan? Is that you…?”
*is arch's threads typically as popular as kingdoms and crown?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"Yes, bloody hell why are you using your blood? nevermind, hold on." The skull suddenly disappears as Samaritan makes his way, in full sprint, towards her.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Merabelle shakes her head as the skull disappears, stopping herself, believing that she was hallucinating from lack of blood until Samaritan actually arrives. She looks up at them, putting down her books.
He curses in infernal and picks her up "Merabelle, Oi, stay with me please?" He gently pats her cheek to keep her awake, and he heads back to his restaurant. He looks incredibly worried.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks up at them, weakly raising up her hands to give them a hug, full on sobbing at this point, her body weak and limp from the days, maybe weeks she’s spent trying what she’s been trying, she begins to speak, “They… took Oliver…”
(you want to rp wendo)
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
"Who is Oliver?" he said as he kicked in the door to the restaurant's back door. "BLOODY MOVE YOU MUPPETS!" He cursed out his staff before sweeping aside everything on a table and setting her down on it. He grabs a first aid kit and begins to apply antiseptic to any wounds.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*:3*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Cut for Wendi.*
Most of the cuts on her palms and hands are self made in the attempt to draw more powerful magic circles, easy to bandage up, but she’s pale from lack of blood, more than usual anyway. “My… son… Oliver…” She whispers weakly.