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.
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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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?"
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.
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.
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…”
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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.
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.*
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
*Mornin’ pardners of all shapes and sizes, the jokes man has made his way to the scene.*
*hi jester*
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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.
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
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.
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
(Hi Wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
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?"
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
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?*
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"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.
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
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.
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
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)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"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.
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
*:3*
Extended signature
*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.