A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Oh yeah, also intro if anyone else wants it.*
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Good."
"okay." he then walks with her. "Festus can stay. he needs a vacation as well."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pushes herself to her feet, tired as she gingerly picks up Oliver.
She closes the door behind them, taking Leo's hands "It's for the best." The air begins to smell of salt.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Oliver mumbles in his coma, shifting a bit
Leo closes his eyes and breathes deep
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She whispers some comforting words, waving goodbye to Theren as she begins to take them home.
They begin to hear crashing waves, as if they are already there.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Theren waves as Oliver starts to burn up like he has a fever.
Leo opens his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She tries to cast healing spells on them, lying them down back home.
If they look out the window, they see the ocean, as they ride towards a quaint beach home. Though it seems they are far from Lord's Point.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
His fever vanishes.
Leos jaw drops. "Wow..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, relieved as she rests them in their bed.
"Faster than you thought?" She says with a chuckle, sitting down in their lap.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Bleh... I wanna rp but I feel like im burnt out sadly.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Take care of yourself, you're top priority Wendi. We can always rp later.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(how can I help out?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Oliver sleeps until lunchtime, when he finally wakes up.
He nods, still stunned
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Aw, that sucks*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle went off to make food for all of the children, and is currently in the kitchen.
She closes the curtains before opening the door, suddenly at the house.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Oliver looks around, trying to call out but his voice isnt working.
"Oh wow..." he says, looking around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Take however much time you need to replenish yourself. That’s what’s important.*
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 hears that Oliver is awake, walking over to where he was, leaning down, "Oliver, ya shouldn't be up yet."
The waves lap against the shore, Ana begins to unpack.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He tries to speak but cant.
Leo helps her, a big smile on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.