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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Bleh... I wanna rp but I feel like im burnt out sadly.*
(how can I help out?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*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.)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Bleh... I wanna rp but I feel like im burnt out sadly.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*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?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
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.