She just shuffles where she is for a moment, stepping from side to side without looking up at them before nodding “Yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll just go and wait somewhere else… thank you…” She begins slowly shuffling out.
“If that has changed, then I’m not gonna slap ya over the head fer sayin’ that. I ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout ya, but I’d certainly be sad if ya died tomorrow.”
“Oh he’s going to train you? That’s something I’ll have to see for myself, I believe you’re strong already, so I’d love to see how you fair against the smarts your father uses when he fights. Take these, they may help if he plans to do what I think.” He passes her a box with some contacts inside.
An old man hobbles into the tavern, dressed in long green robes of emerald hue. He carries no weapons or implements, except for a small journal and pen. Ordering a mug, he opens the notebook and starts to write, glancing around the tavern frequently with a little smirk on his face. Anyone who sees his face thinks he looks eerily familiar to someone they know, but they can’t quite place who.
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She just shuffles where she is for a moment, stepping from side to side without looking up at them before nodding “Yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll just go and wait somewhere else… thank you…” She begins slowly shuffling out.
“If that has changed, then I’m not gonna slap ya over the head fer sayin’ that. I ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout ya, but I’d certainly be sad if ya died tomorrow.”
“Oh he’s going to train you? That’s something I’ll have to see for myself, I believe you’re strong already, so I’d love to see how you fair against the smarts your father uses when he fights. Take these, they may help if he plans to do what I think.” He passes her a box with some contacts inside.
When Dew is done shopping, he sniffs her out and smiles down at her
"We've spoken only twice." he laughs. "Do you know how old I am, dear?"
She takes it, confused. "The hell do these do?"
She continues to shuffle, looking down at her feet, her hands clasped together, clothes covering her, “Where… is you clinic?”
“By the look o’ ya I’d have ta say… 50 at the most.” She says with a smile, obviously lying.
“Contacts of Truesight, you’ll see why they’re useful. Just remember, I’m your favorite uncle.” He says with a smile.
She just shuffles where she is for a moment, stepping from side to side without looking up at them before nodding “Yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll just go and wait somewhere else… thank you…” She begins slowly shuffling out.
“If that has changed, then I’m not gonna slap ya over the head fer sayin’ that. I ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout ya, but I’d certainly be sad if ya died tomorrow.”
“Oh he’s going to train you? That’s something I’ll have to see for myself, I believe you’re strong already, so I’d love to see how you fair against the smarts your father uses when he fights. Take these, they may help if he plans to do what I think.” He passes her a box with some contacts inside.
When Dew is done shopping, he sniffs her out and smiles down at her
"We've spoken only twice." he laughs. "Do you know how old I am, dear?"
She takes it, confused. "The hell do these do?"
She continues to shuffle, looking down at her feet, her hands clasped together, clothes covering her, “Where… is you clinic?”
“By the look o’ ya I’d have ta say… 50 at the most.” She says with a smile, obviously lying.
“Contacts of Truesight, you’ll see why they’re useful. Just remember, I’m your favorite uncle.” He says with a smile.
"It's in a clearing, down this way." he smiles, leading her down a newly made dirt path and to the clearing that holds the building.
He laughs, blushing a bit "You flatter me, ma'am. I turn 112 this year, and my people rarely live past 70."
"Yeah yeah, got it." she puts them in, blinking
She lingers a little behind, though it would only be a few strides for a giant to back up to them, as she looks at her lantern.
She seems only a little surprised by their age “112? Ya got ta live a real long life, an’ ya ain’t value it?” She slaps him in the top of the head.
Everything becomes as clear as it could possibly be, “You’re welcome.”
She just shuffles where she is for a moment, stepping from side to side without looking up at them before nodding “Yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll just go and wait somewhere else… thank you…” She begins slowly shuffling out.
“If that has changed, then I’m not gonna slap ya over the head fer sayin’ that. I ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout ya, but I’d certainly be sad if ya died tomorrow.”
“Oh he’s going to train you? That’s something I’ll have to see for myself, I believe you’re strong already, so I’d love to see how you fair against the smarts your father uses when he fights. Take these, they may help if he plans to do what I think.” He passes her a box with some contacts inside.
When Dew is done shopping, he sniffs her out and smiles down at her
"We've spoken only twice." he laughs. "Do you know how old I am, dear?"
She takes it, confused. "The hell do these do?"
She continues to shuffle, looking down at her feet, her hands clasped together, clothes covering her, “Where… is you clinic?”
“By the look o’ ya I’d have ta say… 50 at the most.” She says with a smile, obviously lying.
“Contacts of Truesight, you’ll see why they’re useful. Just remember, I’m your favorite uncle.” He says with a smile.
"It's in a clearing, down this way." he smiles, leading her down a newly made dirt path and to the clearing that holds the building.
He laughs, blushing a bit "You flatter me, ma'am. I turn 112 this year, and my people rarely live past 70."
"Yeah yeah, got it." she puts them in, blinking
She lingers a little behind, though it would only be a few strides for a giant to back up to them, as she looks at her lantern.
She seems only a little surprised by their age “112? Ya got ta live a real long life, an’ ya ain’t value it?” She slaps him in the top of the head.
Everything becomes as clear as it could possibly be, “You’re welcome.”
he unlocks and enters the clinic, a big door for him, a smaller door for everybody else
"I've done everything I can in this life, it's getting redundant."
"Unc, you're gay?!" she says jokingly, staring at him in mock bewilderment
She walks through the door, waiting patiently as she works on her lantern, looking at it closely.
“Who cares ‘bout redundancy? Yer still alive, an’ yer gonna still be alive till ya ain’t, best ya enjoy what ya can.”
He raises an eyebrow, smiling “Looks like I gave you the wrong contacts.” He jokes, “Only as much as everyone else in this family.”
She takes a moment to think about it, looking up at them before beginning to take off some of the many layers, leaving her in a closer minimum, revealing her small and lithe form, before putting her lantern in the box.
“Ya should stop right there befer I slap ya across the head fer what ya said earlier.” She says with a cackle, “Want anythin’ ta drink?”
“We don’t talk about much this family has done in the past, we’re a family that loves making mistakes.” He says with a chuckle before getting up, “It was good talking, see you around Domino.” He walks off.
She takes a moment to think about it, looking up at them before beginning to take off some of the many layers, leaving her in a closer minimum, revealing her small and lithe form, before putting her lantern in the box.
“Ya should stop right there befer I slap ya across the head fer what ya said earlier.” She says with a cackle, “Want anythin’ ta drink?”
“We don’t talk about much this family has done in the past, we’re a family that loves making mistakes.” He says with a chuckle before getting up, “It was good talking, see you around Domino.” He walks off.
"Wow.. you're really pretty. If you could just come into the room and lay on the table."
"I do, but you saw what happens if I try" he laughs
"See ya, unc." she waves to him, going back to looking at the posters. (good end? owt else?)
*Of course I do, want me to pick.*
She blushes that bluish green color as she follows their instructions, lying down on the table, sighing.
“Eh don’t worry, I know Grove, I can stop him from tryin’ anythin’.” She orders them both a drink, and when Grove comes, he doesn’t stop them, just watching Cyvus with his metal arms crossed.
"I dunno. Get a meal, go for a hike, go to the range... just hang out? Anything's fine."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Loriche."
"God." she says simply
"How about horseback riding?"
"That's a pretty name." he smiles, showing his perfect teeth
"...what?"
"You have a horse? Wow..." Yod looks quite impressed.
"Thanks. Yours is nice, and doesn't need to be overcomplex."
"What part of that doesn't make sense?" she asks, ready to explain
"It's how I chase criminals!" he says, beaming
"Yup! My people don't even have last names."
“…well… I suppose it is possible for God to bear direct offspring, but… it just does not seem correct, somehow.” Eito responds after a bit.
“Wow. I just stalk people.”
“I don’t either!”
"Well, more like.. It's complicated, but Omi and the others are his creations, just instilled with more of his power.."
"Well, I live in a fancy kingdom, I dunno where you came from"
"That's really cool!" he smiles and sits up, tail flicking about behind him
“Oh. I suppose that makes more sense then.”
“I came from an old house out in the mountains that was fifteen miles away from any other people.”
“Anyway, I make weapons and armor and stuff, so if you ever need some kind of enchanted tool, I’m your gal.”
"Yeah.. It's nice to meet you, in any case!" she holds out a paw
"Exactly why you stalk and I ride" he laughs, kissing their cheek
"If you can make something that'd help my chiropractic and massage clinic, that'd be nice! Otherwise, I'm okay, but thank you."
They shake it. “Your brother is… transcendent.”
“I only started killing once I was in the city.” He shakes his head.
“…I guess I could… make you… like, a tiny hammer? To hit peoples’ joints? I guess?”
"How so?" she says, her grip medium strength
"Well, now I don't know. In any case.. Would you like me to accompany you when you look at the bounty board?"
He laughs. "No, that's quite alright."
"In every way."
"Well you don't have to, but I never mind when you're around."
"You sure? I always make big stuff, but it'd be fun to work on making something real tiny and intricate with a complex spell. Maybe it could have a soothing function? I could use the magic metal that pink guy gave me for once!"
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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 takes a moment to think about it, looking up at them before beginning to take off some of the many layers, leaving her in a closer minimum, revealing her small and lithe form, before putting her lantern in the box.
“Ya should stop right there befer I slap ya across the head fer what ya said earlier.” She says with a cackle, “Want anythin’ ta drink?”
“We don’t talk about much this family has done in the past, we’re a family that loves making mistakes.” He says with a chuckle before getting up, “It was good talking, see you around Domino.” He walks off.
"Wow.. you're really pretty. If you could just come into the room and lay on the table."
"I do, but you saw what happens if I try" he laughs
"See ya, unc." she waves to him, going back to looking at the posters. (good end? owt else?)
*Of course I do, want me to pick.*
She blushes that bluish green color as she follows their instructions, lying down on the table, sighing.
“Eh don’t worry, I know Grove, I can stop him from tryin’ anythin’.” She orders them both a drink, and when Grove comes, he doesn’t stop them, just watching Cyvus with his metal arms crossed.
*yes please*
"Just tell me if anything I do becomes uncomfortable." he says as he begins with her upper back
"Good.. Im tired of letting a suit of armor run my life." he guzzles his drink greedily
*Lilac, possibly, if that’s okay.*
Her body is full of knots, likely from the stress and fear she’s had from adventures, despite not being built for it. She sighs, closing her eyes.
Merabelle watches at Grove slaps the drink out of their hands, “Ya had ta say somethin’, that one was yer fault.”
She takes a moment to think about it, looking up at them before beginning to take off some of the many layers, leaving her in a closer minimum, revealing her small and lithe form, before putting her lantern in the box.
“Ya should stop right there befer I slap ya across the head fer what ya said earlier.” She says with a cackle, “Want anythin’ ta drink?”
“We don’t talk about much this family has done in the past, we’re a family that loves making mistakes.” He says with a chuckle before getting up, “It was good talking, see you around Domino.” He walks off.
"Wow.. you're really pretty. If you could just come into the room and lay on the table."
"I do, but you saw what happens if I try" he laughs
"See ya, unc." she waves to him, going back to looking at the posters. (good end? owt else?)
*Of course I do, want me to pick.*
She blushes that bluish green color as she follows their instructions, lying down on the table, sighing.
“Eh don’t worry, I know Grove, I can stop him from tryin’ anythin’.” She orders them both a drink, and when Grove comes, he doesn’t stop them, just watching Cyvus with his metal arms crossed.
*yes please*
"Just tell me if anything I do becomes uncomfortable." he says as he begins with her upper back
"Good.. Im tired of letting a suit of armor run my life." he guzzles his drink greedily
*Lilac, possibly, if that’s okay.*
Her body is full of knots, likely from the stress and fear she’s had from adventures, despite not being built for it. She sighs, closing her eyes.
Merabelle watches at Grove slaps the drink out of their hands, “Ya had ta say somethin’, that one was yer fault.”
*of course!*
Lilac is bringing more gold to the hoard
"Just relax.. You're so tense.." he repeats the process he did with Merabelle
"I'm gonna melt him down one day.." he grumbles ordering another drink and arming himself with his axe.
Someone knocks on the door to the cave, shaking it slightly. There’s only one of two people strong enough to do that that she knows.
She tries to relax, taking long and deep breaths, though she’s unused to being this bare.
Grove cackles as he walks away, disappearing somewhere, “That ain’t gonna help ya, an’ if ya don’t provoke him, he won’t cause ya no trouble.”
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*Cut for Salem.*
She just shuffles where she is for a moment, stepping from side to side without looking up at them before nodding “Yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll just go and wait somewhere else… thank you…” She begins slowly shuffling out.
“If that has changed, then I’m not gonna slap ya over the head fer sayin’ that. I ain’t know nothin’ ‘bout ya, but I’d certainly be sad if ya died tomorrow.”
“Oh he’s going to train you? That’s something I’ll have to see for myself, I believe you’re strong already, so I’d love to see how you fair against the smarts your father uses when he fights. Take these, they may help if he plans to do what I think.” He passes her a box with some contacts inside.
An old man hobbles into the tavern, dressed in long green robes of emerald hue. He carries no weapons or implements, except for a small journal and pen. Ordering a mug, he opens the notebook and starts to write, glancing around the tavern frequently with a little smirk on his face. Anyone who sees his face thinks he looks eerily familiar to someone they know, but they can’t quite place who.
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She continues to shuffle, looking down at her feet, her hands clasped together, clothes covering her, “Where… is you clinic?”
“By the look o’ ya I’d have ta say… 50 at the most.” She says with a smile, obviously lying.
“Contacts of Truesight, you’ll see why they’re useful. Just remember, I’m your favorite uncle.” He says with a smile.
She lingers a little behind, though it would only be a few strides for a giant to back up to them, as she looks at her lantern.
She seems only a little surprised by their age “112? Ya got ta live a real long life, an’ ya ain’t value it?” She slaps him in the top of the head.
Everything becomes as clear as it could possibly be, “You’re welcome.”
She walks through the door, waiting patiently as she works on her lantern, looking at it closely.
“Who cares ‘bout redundancy? Yer still alive, an’ yer gonna still be alive till ya ain’t, best ya enjoy what ya can.”
He raises an eyebrow, smiling “Looks like I gave you the wrong contacts.” He jokes, “Only as much as everyone else in this family.”
*Cut for Salem.*
She takes a moment to think about it, looking up at them before beginning to take off some of the many layers, leaving her in a closer minimum, revealing her small and lithe form, before putting her lantern in the box.
“Ya should stop right there befer I slap ya across the head fer what ya said earlier.” She says with a cackle, “Want anythin’ ta drink?”
“We don’t talk about much this family has done in the past, we’re a family that loves making mistakes.” He says with a chuckle before getting up, “It was good talking, see you around Domino.” He walks off.
*Of course I do, want me to pick.*
She blushes that bluish green color as she follows their instructions, lying down on the table, sighing.
“Eh don’t worry, I know Grove, I can stop him from tryin’ anythin’.” She orders them both a drink, and when Grove comes, he doesn’t stop them, just watching Cyvus with his metal arms crossed.
"In every way."
"Well you don't have to, but I never mind when you're around."
"You sure? I always make big stuff, but it'd be fun to work on making something real tiny and intricate with a complex spell. Maybe it could have a soothing function? I could use the magic metal that pink guy gave me for once!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh hey Jobah.*
*Lilac, possibly, if that’s okay.*
Her body is full of knots, likely from the stress and fear she’s had from adventures, despite not being built for it. She sighs, closing her eyes.
Merabelle watches at Grove slaps the drink out of their hands, “Ya had ta say somethin’, that one was yer fault.”
*allo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Someone knocks on the door to the cave, shaking it slightly. There’s only one of two people strong enough to do that that she knows.
She tries to relax, taking long and deep breaths, though she’s unused to being this bare.
Grove cackles as he walks away, disappearing somewhere, “That ain’t gonna help ya, an’ if ya don’t provoke him, he won’t cause ya no trouble.”