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.”
She goes to see who it is, warily
"I can put a towel over you if you'd like." he says in a calming whisper, working her shoulders
"He causes me trouble when I try to drink!" he says angrily
Rag waits outside of the cave, smiling at the sight of them, “Lilac!”
She nods the little bit that she can, whispering back at them, “That would… be nice… thank you…”
“What’d ya do ta provoke ‘em then? Did he think yer drinkin’ too much an’ ya didn’t listen?”
"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!"
"I don't know what you mean by that, but it's.. a good thing?"
"I will come then," he smiles
"Maybe some sort of calming talisman?" he says, scratching his chin
"Very."
Yod smiles back and gets up, stretching.
"Ooh, maybe. That could work too."
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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.
He leans down and hugs them back, “I’m sorry I missed the wedding, I would’ve been there if I had known.”
She shakes her head, more comfortable with the towel on her, enjoying the weight on her tiny body “It’s… fine, just… not what I’m used to I guess.”
“I’d agree, but from what I can tell, this is yer first time in a while drinkin’ without him stoppin’ ya.”
"I sent a stolas! Though, I guess a lot of em were late"
"Why do you wear so many clothes?" He slips stones under the towel, warm and soothing
"Yeah.. it's a real thorn in my hind.."
“I’m sorry, but I’m here now, how are you doing Lilac?” He asks, pulling back with a smile.
“I… don’t like how I look I guess… and I don’t want other people to see…” She says, being unnaturally honest because of how comfortable she feels.
“Eh, don’t worry ‘bout it none, he’s probably doin’ it fer yer good, I’ll talk to ‘em.”
"Come in, come in. You just missed my husband. I have been doing well." she leads him in
"I think you're very pretty, which is odd for me. I usually only find beauty in paintings." he laughs quietly, twisting her neck
"Thanks, miss. You're real kind." he raises his mug to her
He follows them inside, leaning down a bit not to hit his head in the top of the cave, “That’s good to hear, of cousin of yours, one of my nephews has come to visit too, you might want to meet him soon.”
She laughs with them, though she’s embarrassed by the truth of the compliment, “T-thank you… you’ve very nice.” Her neck pops a bit.
She raises her own glass, cackling as she downs all of it, “Think nothin’ o’ it. Just a witch an’ a druid named Merabelle, that’s all I am.”
He leans down and hugs them back, “I’m sorry I missed the wedding, I would’ve been there if I had known.”
She shakes her head, more comfortable with the towel on her, enjoying the weight on her tiny body “It’s… fine, just… not what I’m used to I guess.”
“I’d agree, but from what I can tell, this is yer first time in a while drinkin’ without him stoppin’ ya.”
"I sent a stolas! Though, I guess a lot of em were late"
"Why do you wear so many clothes?" He slips stones under the towel, warm and soothing
"Yeah.. it's a real thorn in my hind.."
“I’m sorry, but I’m here now, how are you doing Lilac?” He asks, pulling back with a smile.
“I… don’t like how I look I guess… and I don’t want other people to see…” She says, being unnaturally honest because of how comfortable she feels.
“Eh, don’t worry ‘bout it none, he’s probably doin’ it fer yer good, I’ll talk to ‘em.”
"Come in, come in. You just missed my husband. I have been doing well." she leads him in
"I think you're very pretty, which is odd for me. I usually only find beauty in paintings." he laughs quietly, twisting her neck
"Thanks, miss. You're real kind." he raises his mug to her
He follows them inside, leaning down a bit not to hit his head in the top of the cave, “That’s good to hear, of cousin of yours, one of my nephews has come to visit too, you might want to meet him soon.”
She laughs with them, though she’s embarrassed by the truth of the compliment, “T-thank you… you’ve very nice.” Her neck pops a bit.
She raises her own glass, cackling as she downs all of it, “Think nothin’ o’ it. Just a witch an’ a druid named Merabelle, that’s all I am.”
"And who could that be?" She asks, never hearing of this before. The cave is taller than the door.
"It's my job.. I had fun snuggling the other day, by the way." He takes the stones away. "Any other spots I need to address?"
"Shame I passed you up all that time ago." he laughs, popping his neck.
“Thorfinn, became his uncle back in my days as a monster hunter. We aren’t related by blood, but he’s family.” He stands tall, looking for a place to sit.
She bristles before closing her eyes once more, shaking her head “No… everything you’ve already done is great, I just wanna… lie down somewhere soft…”
“It ain’t no shame, I don’t blame ya, an’ we both grew from it all.” She pats their head before standing up, “I’m gonna go find Grove an’ give him a talkin’ to.”
He sits down on the couch, making sure not to crush it “Probably at the 8th Fleet monster hunter’s guild ship outside of town. He’d be happy to meet you.”
She pushes herself off the table. gathering up all of her clothes, “Only if… you’d be okay with it.”
She waves as she walks off, cackling to herself with a smile. (Good place to end, you pick if you want anyone.)
He sits down on the couch, making sure not to crush it “Probably at the 8th Fleet monster hunter’s guild ship outside of town. He’d be happy to meet you.”
She pushes herself off the table. gathering up all of her clothes, “Only if… you’d be okay with it.”
She waves as she walks off, cackling to herself with a smile. (Good place to end, you pick if you want anyone.)
Its crushed anyway, only due to its age. "Well, then i'll go and say hi. Thanks for letting me know."
"Of course!" he smiles "I might not like dating, but cuddles are always great."
(Donquixote)
Rag gets comfortable in the crushed remains of the chair, sighing “I hope you two get along, I’ll be here if you need me.”
She nods, putting all of her clothes back on, hiding herself underneath all of it, “M-might?” She asks, walking back over to them.
Don is sitting next to the ocean, watching the blood wash against the bone sand as he sharpens his blade, humming a Weezer song.
*How ya doin’ chum?*
Rag waits outside of the cave, smiling at the sight of them, “Lilac!”
She nods the little bit that she can, whispering back at them, “That would… be nice… thank you…”
“What’d ya do ta provoke ‘em then? Did he think yer drinkin’ too much an’ ya didn’t listen?”
"Very."
Yod smiles back and gets up, stretching.
"Ooh, maybe. That could work too."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
He leans down and hugs them back, “I’m sorry I missed the wedding, I would’ve been there if I had known.”
She shakes her head, more comfortable with the towel on her, enjoying the weight on her tiny body “It’s… fine, just… not what I’m used to I guess.”
“I’d agree, but from what I can tell, this is yer first time in a while drinkin’ without him stoppin’ ya.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m here now, how are you doing Lilac?” He asks, pulling back with a smile.
“I… don’t like how I look I guess… and I don’t want other people to see…” She says, being unnaturally honest because of how comfortable she feels.
“Eh, don’t worry ‘bout it none, he’s probably doin’ it fer yer good, I’ll talk to ‘em.”
He follows them inside, leaning down a bit not to hit his head in the top of the cave, “That’s good to hear, of cousin of yours, one of my nephews has come to visit too, you might want to meet him soon.”
She laughs with them, though she’s embarrassed by the truth of the compliment, “T-thank you… you’ve very nice.” Her neck pops a bit.
She raises her own glass, cackling as she downs all of it, “Think nothin’ o’ it. Just a witch an’ a druid named Merabelle, that’s all I am.”
*pretty good, hbu?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Thorfinn, became his uncle back in my days as a monster hunter. We aren’t related by blood, but he’s family.” He stands tall, looking for a place to sit.
She bristles before closing her eyes once more, shaking her head “No… everything you’ve already done is great, I just wanna… lie down somewhere soft…”
“It ain’t no shame, I don’t blame ya, an’ we both grew from it all.” She pats their head before standing up, “I’m gonna go find Grove an’ give him a talkin’ to.”
*Im alive, and that’s enough for me.*
*Cut for Salem.*
He sits down on the couch, making sure not to crush it “Probably at the 8th Fleet monster hunter’s guild ship outside of town. He’d be happy to meet you.”
She pushes herself off the table. gathering up all of her clothes, “Only if… you’d be okay with it.”
She waves as she walks off, cackling to herself with a smile. (Good place to end, you pick if you want anyone.)
Rag gets comfortable in the crushed remains of the chair, sighing “I hope you two get along, I’ll be here if you need me.”
She nods, putting all of her clothes back on, hiding herself underneath all of it, “M-might?” She asks, walking back over to them.
Don is sitting next to the ocean, watching the blood wash against the bone sand as he sharpens his blade, humming a Weezer song.