*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*
"So, what's the plan for today?"
"Want to go to that resort again?"
"That sounds amazing. Maybe we can hit the hot springs"
“Not what I meant, I was suggesting gardening and other wholesome things.”
He looks at them, angrier “Something tells me you set me up, no way he’s worth ten gold. He’s stronger than his bounty suggests, and just because I don’t have a death wish like you doesn’t mean I’m not a bounty hunter.”
“Thank you, Silvea is a pretty horse.” He pets them with one hand, “Dew? That’s a good name.”
*I heard some advice today: write like no one is going to read it.*
*I'm gonna do that. Maybe I'll finally successfully write something for once if I'm not freaking out about what the audience will think.*
*Thats some good advice, that’s what I’m doing with my book, I’m writing for me to write, I might not publish mine, but if I do, I’ll probably be all up in my head about what other people think.*
*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 at him.
*if he hasn’t seen her, how will 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.
"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.
“Not what I meant, I was suggesting gardening and other wholesome things.”
He looks at them, angrier “Something tells me you set me up, no way he’s worth ten gold. He’s stronger than his bounty suggests, and just because I don’t have a death wish like you doesn’t mean I’m not a bounty hunter.”
“Thank you, Silvea is a pretty horse.” He pets them with one hand, “Dew? That’s a good name.”
"..Oh, right. Speaking of, have you seen my fiancee?"
He bends down and puts a paw on their shoulder, trying to calm them. "Listen, Vex. I'm an honest killer, if there ever was one. I wouldn't lie to anybody who wasnt a criminal. I make a plan for each of my kills, stalking them for at least a day. I've trained myself to work fluently and without being seen. Still think I have a death wish?"
"Why, thank you, Wander. I'm guessing you travel a lot?"
(totally not pirating wander over yonder on yt rn bc nostalgia)
“Nope, but I haven’t been looking for him. I could probably just.” He waves a hand, his eyes glowing for a moment “He’s out in the forest, bleeding pretty bad, not lethal, but bad.”
“You call me a coward for using tricks and traps and then do stuff like that.” He slaps their hand away, turning away from them, “You shouldn’t get to judge me for what I do, but why should I care.” He says, beginning to walk away, muttering to himself, “Maybe I was being too mean…”
He chuckles “How did you guess?” He pats their shoulder, “What brings you here?”
*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 at him.
*if he hasn’t seen her, how will he interact with her?*
“Is your name Thirteen?” His eyes glow with an endless well of magic and childish wonder.
(Idk, looking for her out of concern possibly? Maybe going where she last was seen?)
“He probably will be, unless I assessed the wound wrong, either way, he isn’t too far if you want to go check.“
He tries to stand strong and not cower in fear at the danger of the man far beyond his own strength, shaking visibly as he takes shallow breaths, his hand resting, trembling next to his revolver. He stands on the ice and snow, just taking a moment to breathe.
(Yep) “That’s the way life is, you get blown somewhere new when you need the time to think, I’ve been traveling almost all my life.”
He smiles, waiting for him to open the portal
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Cut for Salem.*
“Not what I meant, I was suggesting gardening and other wholesome things.”
He looks at them, angrier “Something tells me you set me up, no way he’s worth ten gold. He’s stronger than his bounty suggests, and just because I don’t have a death wish like you doesn’t mean I’m not a bounty hunter.”
“Thank you, Silvea is a pretty horse.” He pets them with one hand, “Dew? That’s a good name.”
*:(*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Would anyone else want to rp, hypothetically? Though it’s entirely not necessary.*
*I heard some advice today: write like no one is going to read it.*
*I'm gonna do that. Maybe I'll finally successfully write something for once if I'm not freaking out about what the audience will think.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thats some good advice, that’s what I’m doing with my book, I’m writing for me to write, I might not publish mine, but if I do, I’ll probably be all up in my head about what other people think.*
*brb*
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 at him.
*if he hasn’t seen her, how will 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.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Nope, but I haven’t been looking for him. I could probably just.” He waves a hand, his eyes glowing for a moment “He’s out in the forest, bleeding pretty bad, not lethal, but bad.”
“You call me a coward for using tricks and traps and then do stuff like that.” He slaps their hand away, turning away from them, “You shouldn’t get to judge me for what I do, but why should I care.” He says, beginning to walk away, muttering to himself, “Maybe I was being too mean…”
He chuckles “How did you guess?” He pats their shoulder, “What brings you here?”
(That’s the only correct way to watch anything.)
“Is your name Thirteen?” His eyes glow with an endless well of magic and childish wonder.
(Idk, looking for her out of concern possibly? Maybe going where she last was seen?)
*Cut for Salem.*
“He probably will be, unless I assessed the wound wrong, either way, he isn’t too far if you want to go check.“
He tries to stand strong and not cower in fear at the danger of the man far beyond his own strength, shaking visibly as he takes shallow breaths, his hand resting, trembling next to his revolver. He stands on the ice and snow, just taking a moment to breathe.
(Yep) “That’s the way life is, you get blown somewhere new when you need the time to think, I’ve been traveling almost all my life.”
*is bac on mobile mobile*
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.