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.)
"There must be a lot of them if you need that big of a place!" he says, impressed. "Relax again, I'm gonna do it the other way." he twists her head into the other direction
"Doesn't that violate HIPPO, or something?" he asks, teasing and smirking
(Implied, want owt else?)
*Sure, throw out anybody you like.*
She does relax and it cracks viciously, to which she sighs once more “Six o’ ‘em, two o’ ‘em are magician’s an’ I want ta teach ‘em every little thing I know. Yer a miracle worker with these hands o’ yers, it’s like yer meltin’ my stress away.”
“Technically experiment on the dead is high treason in most places, so I think I’ll be fine.” She says with a laugh, though she still holds her head.
*Played as Baegoji. He locked several Doppelgangers in a dumpster and poured oil into it, then rolled it down a hill. He would have killed them, but he let them off with a warning and a 27 Intimidation Check.*
*The oil should’ve either been boiling, or Tar, either way, did you enjoy playing as Baegoji? You know, you playing as the characters you rp with makes me want to be part of a campaign that may be the origin of Rag, but I probably won’t.*
*I very much did! His confidence is a new flavor of RP for me. The fact that he's not overtly the villain makes him very different from Oswald.*
*Rag's origin story could be really cool.*
*I am happy that you did, you’re beginning to enjoy the character now that you’ve made them your own and have begun committing to playing them, well done.*
*I doubt anyone would be interested in participating in a campaign that is particularly about that though,*
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.)
"There must be a lot of them if you need that big of a place!" he says, impressed. "Relax again, I'm gonna do it the other way." he twists her head into the other direction
"Doesn't that violate HIPPO, or something?" he asks, teasing and smirking
(Implied, want owt else?)
*Sure, throw out anybody you like.*
She does relax and it cracks viciously, to which she sighs once more “Six o’ ‘em, two o’ ‘em are magician’s an’ I want ta teach ‘em every little thing I know. Yer a miracle worker with these hands o’ yers, it’s like yer meltin’ my stress away.”
“Technically experiment on the dead is high treason in most places, so I think I’ll be fine.” She says with a laugh, though she still holds her head.
"maybe I can help educate your kiddos on the basics? It's a real lucrative business, I make a lot of money wherever I go. Deep breathes." he says, priming her to work on her upper back
"Well.. I like you.. I guess it makes sense, in a way."
"..Dad?" Domino calls out as she enters the house, covered in cuts, scrapes, and a mix of her own blood and a troll's
She continues to listen to their words, thinking about it for a moment, “I don’t want ta force ‘em inta anythin’ like that, but if any o’ them are interested I might give ‘em the chance at a few lessons.”
“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean.” She pulls her head up, looking into their eyes to see if they’re being honest.
Damian walks out from his room, leaning against the door, not noticing their injuries for a moment. When he does he burns into flames, rage covering his expression, “Domino, who needs killing?” He says, his eyes burning.
She laughs with them, letting the stress be pushed out of the rest of her body, leaning back in the chair, “Thank ya again, this really helps, I’ve been dealin’ with a lot, Dew.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Hmm, I enjoy being around you too.” Nine meows, “And it seems Nine approves.” She chuckles.
He doesn’t stop being on fire, but he walks over to them, giving them a hug, “You need to stop fighting on your own.” He begins healing with, humming to himself.
She laughs with them, letting the stress be pushed out of the rest of her body, leaning back in the chair, “Thank ya again, this really helps, I’ve been dealin’ with a lot, Dew.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Hmm, I enjoy being around you too.” Nine meows, “And it seems Nine approves.” She chuckles.
He doesn’t stop being on fire, but he walks over to them, giving them a hug, “You need to stop fighting on your own.” He begins healing with, humming to himself.
"Just doin' my job. It's nice to be able to help people relax. Any other spots you want me to hit?"
"In any case, I basically live here." he says, petting Nine
"I'm coming back with less injuries each time, don't you agree?" she says, wincing a bit
She rolls her shoulders, to which nothing cracks this time and she sighs once more “Nope, can I do anythin’ fer ya? After all, I am a witch an’ a Druid.”
“You do.” She puts down her things, rolling back over to them, and petting Nine as well, who purrs happily at the attention.
“You better come back with no injuries next time, I’m no adventurer anymore, but I’m willing to kill anyone who hurts my daughter.”
She laughs with them, letting the stress be pushed out of the rest of her body, leaning back in the chair, “Thank ya again, this really helps, I’ve been dealin’ with a lot, Dew.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Hmm, I enjoy being around you too.” Nine meows, “And it seems Nine approves.” She chuckles.
He doesn’t stop being on fire, but he walks over to them, giving them a hug, “You need to stop fighting on your own.” He begins healing with, humming to himself.
"Just doin' my job. It's nice to be able to help people relax. Any other spots you want me to hit?"
"In any case, I basically live here." he says, petting Nine
"I'm coming back with less injuries each time, don't you agree?" she says, wincing a bit
She rolls her shoulders, to which nothing cracks this time and she sighs once more “Nope, can I do anythin’ fer ya? After all, I am a witch an’ a Druid.”
“You do.” She puts down her things, rolling back over to them, and petting Nine as well, who purrs happily at the attention.
“You better come back with no injuries next time, I’m no adventurer anymore, but I’m willing to kill anyone who hurts my daughter.”
He backs up and lets her get up, smiling. "No, I have everything I could ever need. It was good to meet you, what was your name?"
"Maybe we need a house or somethin'.." he shrugs
"I'm hunting bounties, it's a sure-fire way to get hurt. But, check it out, 40 platinum!" she says, holding up a bag
“Merabelle the Black Blood, but just call me Merabelle, sweetheart.” She pushes out of the chair, holding out a hand to shake theirs with a bright smile on her face.
She thinks about it for a moment, “That’s a pretty big commitment, but maybe I could get a bigger lab, and James probably wants a real bed to themselves.”
He sighs, the flames flickering out as he hugs her, “You will forever worry me, won’t you? I wasn’t getting hurt when I was hunting bounties… well I was, but I wouldn’t stay hurt!”
"I think that's really cool" he says, tugging his shirt down, a bit nervous
"What about you?" he finishes his glass
"Well that's really nice of you, I wouldn't have known what to do with them."
“It is a punishment on me, forever closing me off from divinity. But a soul can do nothing but make peace with its lot in life and strive to reach its zenith.”
“Pretty alright. ‘Cept I haven’t been getting a ton of jobs lately…”
“What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
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She laughs with them, letting the stress be pushed out of the rest of her body, leaning back in the chair, “Thank ya again, this really helps, I’ve been dealin’ with a lot, Dew.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Hmm, I enjoy being around you too.” Nine meows, “And it seems Nine approves.” She chuckles.
He doesn’t stop being on fire, but he walks over to them, giving them a hug, “You need to stop fighting on your own.” He begins healing with, humming to himself.
"Just doin' my job. It's nice to be able to help people relax. Any other spots you want me to hit?"
"In any case, I basically live here." he says, petting Nine
"I'm coming back with less injuries each time, don't you agree?" she says, wincing a bit
She rolls her shoulders, to which nothing cracks this time and she sighs once more “Nope, can I do anythin’ fer ya? After all, I am a witch an’ a Druid.”
“You do.” She puts down her things, rolling back over to them, and petting Nine as well, who purrs happily at the attention.
“You better come back with no injuries next time, I’m no adventurer anymore, but I’m willing to kill anyone who hurts my daughter.”
He backs up and lets her get up, smiling. "No, I have everything I could ever need. It was good to meet you, what was your name?"
"Maybe we need a house or somethin'.." he shrugs
"I'm hunting bounties, it's a sure-fire way to get hurt. But, check it out, 40 platinum!" she says, holding up a bag
“Merabelle the Black Blood, but just call me Merabelle, sweetheart.” She pushes out of the chair, holding out a hand to shake theirs with a bright smile on her face.
She thinks about it for a moment, “That’s a pretty big commitment, but maybe I could get a bigger lab, and James probably wants a real bed to themselves.”
He sighs, the flames flickering out as he hugs her, “You will forever worry me, won’t you? I wasn’t getting hurt when I was hunting bounties… well I was, but I wouldn’t stay hurt!”
"Lovely to meet you, Merabelle. You've got a pretty name." he smiles, offering a finger.
"Maybe just some rooms in this larger lab?"
"And until I learn how to fight better or heal myself, you'll be here to do it when I come home!" she laughs, lumbering off to the couch
She gives the finger a strong gripped handshake, smiling at them with all of her fangs, “Best see ya around!” She walks out, waving goodbye.
She nods after a moment’s thought, “I would love to, but how? Do you have any money, I have some, but not much.”
“Why don’t I teach you how to be a better fighter? I’m no slouch, especially after your mother started making me train and stay in shape more. What do you think?” He follows, sitting nearby.
"I think that's really cool" he says, tugging his shirt down, a bit nervous
"What about you?" he finishes his glass
"Well that's really nice of you, I wouldn't have known what to do with them."
“It is a punishment on me, forever closing me off from divinity. But a soul can do nothing but make peace with its lot in life and strive to reach its zenith.”
“Pretty alright. ‘Cept I haven’t been getting a ton of jobs lately…”
“What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
"So.. not cool?.." he frowns
(what is Yod's job again?)
"It's just time for my tri-yearly move." he says, stretching out. "I move every three years, just to keep life interesting."
“Not exactly. But you are cool.”
*hit man*
“Oh cool. I knew plenty of nomads, they were all awesome.”
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*Sure, throw out anybody you like.*
She does relax and it cracks viciously, to which she sighs once more “Six o’ ‘em, two o’ ‘em are magician’s an’ I want ta teach ‘em every little thing I know. Yer a miracle worker with these hands o’ yers, it’s like yer meltin’ my stress away.”
“Technically experiment on the dead is high treason in most places, so I think I’ll be fine.” She says with a laugh, though she still holds her head.
*I am happy that you did, you’re beginning to enjoy the character now that you’ve made them your own and have begun committing to playing them, well done.*
*I doubt anyone would be interested in participating in a campaign that is particularly about that though,*
She continues to listen to their words, thinking about it for a moment, “I don’t want ta force ‘em inta anythin’ like that, but if any o’ them are interested I might give ‘em the chance at a few lessons.”
“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean.” She pulls her head up, looking into their eyes to see if they’re being honest.
Damian walks out from his room, leaning against the door, not noticing their injuries for a moment. When he does he burns into flames, rage covering his expression, “Domino, who needs killing?” He says, his eyes burning.
*Cut for Salem.*
She laughs with them, letting the stress be pushed out of the rest of her body, leaning back in the chair, “Thank ya again, this really helps, I’ve been dealin’ with a lot, Dew.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Hmm, I enjoy being around you too.” Nine meows, “And it seems Nine approves.” She chuckles.
He doesn’t stop being on fire, but he walks over to them, giving them a hug, “You need to stop fighting on your own.” He begins healing with, humming to himself.
She rolls her shoulders, to which nothing cracks this time and she sighs once more “Nope, can I do anythin’ fer ya? After all, I am a witch an’ a Druid.”
“You do.” She puts down her things, rolling back over to them, and petting Nine as well, who purrs happily at the attention.
“You better come back with no injuries next time, I’m no adventurer anymore, but I’m willing to kill anyone who hurts my daughter.”
“Merabelle the Black Blood, but just call me Merabelle, sweetheart.” She pushes out of the chair, holding out a hand to shake theirs with a bright smile on her face.
She thinks about it for a moment, “That’s a pretty big commitment, but maybe I could get a bigger lab, and James probably wants a real bed to themselves.”
He sighs, the flames flickering out as he hugs her, “You will forever worry me, won’t you? I wasn’t getting hurt when I was hunting bounties… well I was, but I wouldn’t stay hurt!”
“It is a punishment on me, forever closing me off from divinity. But a soul can do nothing but make peace with its lot in life and strive to reach its zenith.”
“Pretty alright. ‘Cept I haven’t been getting a ton of jobs lately…”
“What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She gives the finger a strong gripped handshake, smiling at them with all of her fangs, “Best see ya around!” She walks out, waving goodbye.
She nods after a moment’s thought, “I would love to, but how? Do you have any money, I have some, but not much.”
“Why don’t I teach you how to be a better fighter? I’m no slouch, especially after your mother started making me train and stay in shape more. What do you think?” He follows, sitting nearby.
*Oh hey Jobah, wanna rp?*
*sure, who you want*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem, sure, do you want anyone though?*
She tilts her head for a moment, her expression wondering what they could mean, “Care to elaborate?”
“Sure, whenever you want to start, I’d be happy to begin teaching you.” He leans back in his chair, humming.
*Dont have anyone specific I want. So throw out whoever you want to play.*
“Not exactly. But you are cool.”
*hit man*
“Oh cool. I knew plenty of nomads, they were all awesome.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.