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."
*yeeaahh* "I visited some of my other fluffy friends, making sure they were doin' okay, I got a massage... I bought the yarn for this scarf."
He looks up from the scarf to him, smiling
"It looks good on you, don't you think?"
He nods and hugs him again
*Welp I just found a place on the internet with a bunch of furry emoticons so I have ascended to a higher level of furry, one thought to be impossible*
*Dont have anyone specific I want. So throw out whoever you want to play.*
Thirteen is putting tabs in his journal.
Riotan is making what resembles an elegant silken gown.
A small child, maybe eleven walks up to them. This kid radiates divine power, and a lot of it, a amulet of invulnerability with a strange symbol on it sits around his neck.
Riotan wouldn’t have seen Merabelle in the past few days, maybe weeks other than when she goes from her orphanage to the nearby library, and he hasn’t seen her since.
“Yes?” Thirteen looks down to him.
*if she’s not around how would he interact with her?*
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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 rubs the top of their head softly, smiling. (Good place to end?)
“Instead of a midget, you’re just a brat.” He says with a smile, sitting down next to them, eating an orange for himself.
He looks over to them, before putting away the coins, catching the ones he threw “Oh no…” He points his gun at them, “S-stop…”
(Mhm, want anybody else?)
"I guess I did grow up to be like you." she sticks her tongue out at him.
Yeruh gets closer and closer, eventually reaching a distance of 7 feet away from Vex
(Of course, but it’s your turn to pick who you want.)
He chuckles “You’re right, you have my mustache.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“[gp].” He sprints back 30ft, firing his gun three times, trying to make space between them, using one coin. To hit:281126 Damage:8+11811
(hummmmmmmmmm, Wander)
"And the horns." she says pointedly
But before Vex can shoot, a knife slips into Yeruh's throat, killing him instantly.
Dew is sweeping the patio of his house
He smiles, “Those two, but mainly the first thing.”
He sighs, relieved he doesn’t have to kill that guy. He walks over to them, before looking to where the knife came from.
Wander, meanders over to the area, humming and playing his bango as he lies on the back of his horse.
She stretches out on the couch, sighing. "Our family's weird.."
The source is Jax, the bloody knife returning to his paw with a flash of light. "You failed."
Dew waves to him, smiling.
He sits back down nearby, smiling “That’s what makes it so fun, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You sent me after a maniac who could take bullets like a champ!” He says, holstering his gun with a mad expression.
He waves back at them, though he can’t possibly see them “Hey there, pardner.”
"So, what now?" she asks, crossing her legs
"Your gun is weak." he says simply, throwing his knife at Vex. It stops and falls just short of their throat, returning back to him. "The coins dampened the impact."
"Hello!" he says, happy to meet a new person.
“Around this time I’ve got nothing to do for the next few hours, so I usually go find your mother.” He says, leaning back and closing his eyes.
“But I can use them to shoot behind corners without going around them, and I can always hit the coins.” He tries not to be terrified he almost died from the knife, afraid.
He hops off of his horse, continuing to play as he walks over, “I’m Wander, nice to meet you.”
*yeeaahh* "I visited some of my other fluffy friends, making sure they were doin' okay, I got a massage... I bought the yarn for this scarf."
He looks up from the scarf to him, smiling
"It looks good on you, don't you think?"
He nods and hugs him again
*Welp I just found a place on the internet with a bunch of furry emoticons so I have ascended to a higher level of furry, one thought to be impossible*
"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.”
"..Oh, thanks.." he looks down at the floor
"Well, maybe you can check out the bounty board?"
"Hehe, yep. I'm about to start up my business here, too."
Eito smiles reassuringly, then waves to Saphuno.
“The what.”
“Oh? What do you do?”
Saphuno waves back. "Ace, c'mon sweetie." she says to the boy, who's clearly not hers
"There's a board where the law enforcement puts wanted posters up. If you kill the person on the poster, you get money"
"I run a massage and chiropractic center in whatever town I settle in."
“To set knowledge upon a child in youth is a majestic thing.”
“Well thanks so much for the suggestion.” He smiles.
“Huh. I wish I was more than dust in a shell, ‘cause that kind of sounds nice.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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.
Mauric is working alongside him with speed and enthusiasm, happy to get to immerse himself in the collective chaos of cuisine.
Riotan is nearby, making what looks like an ornate silken gown.
Teliyan is roaming the woods, yeth hounds following behind his trail of jackdaw feathers.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*Finished the art and added it, but now I hate powerpoint...*
"Not much, I did get cupcakes though. You?" He looks to the scarf
*I was about to say chocolate but they both canids so...
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じしˍ,)ノ*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He smiles, “Those two, but mainly the first thing.”
He sighs, relieved he doesn’t have to kill that guy. He walks over to them, before looking to where the knife came from.
Wander, meanders over to the area, humming and playing his bango as he lies on the back of his horse.
He looks up from the scarf to him, smiling
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He sits back down nearby, smiling “That’s what makes it so fun, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You sent me after a maniac who could take bullets like a champ!” He says, holstering his gun with a mad expression.
He waves back at them, though he can’t possibly see them “Hey there, pardner.”
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]
He nods and hugs him again
*Welp I just found a place on the internet with a bunch of furry emoticons so I have ascended to a higher level of furry, one thought to be impossible*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yes?” Thirteen looks down to him.
*if she’s not around how would he interact with her?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Around this time I’ve got nothing to do for the next few hours, so I usually go find your mother.” He says, leaning back and closing his eyes.
“But I can use them to shoot behind corners without going around them, and I can always hit the coins.” He tries not to be terrified he almost died from the knife, afraid.
He hops off of his horse, continuing to play as he walks over, “I’m Wander, nice to meet you.”
"Want to go to that resort again?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Anyone want a femboi with a gun?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“To set knowledge upon a child in youth is a majestic thing.”
“Well thanks so much for the suggestion.” He smiles.
“Huh. I wish I was more than dust in a shell, ‘cause that kind of sounds nice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cool, so since no one wants to roleplay, ill be elsewhere then.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mauric is working alongside him with speed and enthusiasm, happy to get to immerse himself in the collective chaos of cuisine.
Riotan is nearby, making what looks like an ornate silken gown.
Teliyan is roaming the woods, yeth hounds following behind his trail of jackdaw feathers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.