*Crap, it's my turn... Sam and... Yumi (Is that her name? The cafe owner, I have a new character that I would have to interact with them, also you said you had a character idea yesterday?)*
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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.'
Yuki has a lot more free time now, as Sam bears the weather load more and more every day. She lounges in a recliner with a book
Sam is finishing up a few things for work
*I can try, though*
Sitting at a booth is an older woman, possible in her mid 30's. her hair is long-- to mid back-- but well kept, black and soft. Her eyes are golden, though further inspection reveals clock like hands in each of them, the left one the minutes, the right one, seconds. She's tall and rather robust, but just big enough. She has a nasty habit of tapping her foot, every second on the second
Wander... well, wanders over to them on top of Sylvia, playing his bango as he goes past them, turning his head when he sees them, though his hair should stop him from seeing everything "Hey, wait. Are ya... Yuki?" He asks.
Rag waits for them to finish up, making a meal for them to pass the time, and for himself as well.
Someone else is also in the Inn, tapping their own foot, but unlike the woman, it seems to be at an irregular pace, his feet sitting in a puddle of his own blood, the sound of glass on his shoes, though he doesn't seem to know it. He is clad in silver armor that shines like the moon, with eyes to match, humming a song that hasn't existed for a long time.
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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.'
"I understand. Now, I'm obligated to arrest you, but how about we just let this slide? I'll get you the paperwork and help you fill it out if you need to, and then I can get a warrant for a clean-up crew. I doubt it will get this out of hand again once everything is signed and sealed." He straightens his cap. "But legally, I never said any of that, and you filled out the paperwork on your own, right? A failure on the part of NEO's bureaucracy, I'd say." He puts his notepad away.
He sighs. It looks like the two will be here a while. "I wish I could bring you everywhere."
"Understood. I'll fill out the paper- er, I filled out all the paperwork on my own beforehand, I mean." She responds, the faintest smile on her face.
"I wish I'd never have to leave your side for anything. Perhaps there's a way we can fulfill those wishes- if there is, I'm certain we'll find it."
"That's great!" He smiles a little bit too. "So glad that everything is in order. Those are some nice sketches by the way. I like the third one, but I think it would look a lot better with the arm-veils of the second. But I don't know much about fashion." He looks tired again. "Boy, it's stressful around here, isn't it?"
"I hope so..." He lays there for a bit. After a bit longer, he seems to have fallen asleep in the briar that is Helianth's embrace.
*Sorry about the delay*
"That's... actually a really good idea. Thank you." She responds, beginning to make a quick sketch of the concept. "Yeah, it's... eventful around here. Seems like every other day that some new Elder Evil or force of chaos or tear in reality or regular person with an irregular appetite for vengeance pops up to cause trouble. At least it's never boring here."
A while later, Helianth gently picks Felix up, carrying him in its myriad brambles and arms as it moves to the 'medical bay' of the Spelljammer. Once there, it unravels something from amidst its crooked stem- Rend's Cleaver, its trusted blade from all the way back at the Autumn Country. It lowers one of its smaller flower heads, raises its cleaver in one arm, and in one swift motion... Thunk.
The ring of twisted flesh and metal falls onto the table alongside a few drops of brilliantly gleaming ichor, the sphere of utter oblivion having collapsed in on itself and vanished. Brilliant white flames, fueled by the dying screams of stars, crackle brightly from the severed stem that remains for a few seconds... and then from the blaze, another 'flower head' grows, a second miniature black hole appearing as if the injury never occurred. It takes the severed ring in one of its wretched hands, and begins to shape it into something else- A circlet, or perhaps... a crown. The Elder Evil places the relic on the table, before returning to simply holding Felix, almost curling up around them. After a long while, its brilliant flames dim and eventually go out, the sunflower falling asleep as well.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Crap, it's my turn... Sam and... Yumi (Is that her name? The cafe owner, I have a new character that I would have to interact with them, also you said you had a character idea yesterday?)*
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.)
*Heya mate :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Howdy there pardner*
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're ya doin'? :3*
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.
Wander... well, wanders over to them on top of Sylvia, playing his bango as he goes past them, turning his head when he sees them, though his hair should stop him from seeing everything "Hey, wait. Are ya... Yuki?" He asks.
Rag waits for them to finish up, making a meal for them to pass the time, and for himself as well.
Someone else is also in the Inn, tapping their own foot, but unlike the woman, it seems to be at an irregular pace, his feet sitting in a puddle of his own blood, the sound of glass on his shoes, though he doesn't seem to know it. He is clad in silver armor that shines like the moon, with eyes to match, humming a song that hasn't existed for a long time.
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.)
*I'm doing decent enough.*
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.)
*That's good :3*
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.
Drilin, a slender half-elf with a beat-up lute, is hanging around outside the tavern
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*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.
*Back :3*
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.
*I also have a gays*
*I do have to make a new gay to exist RN though*
A anthro shark about 6 feet tall is swimming around in the lake, and waves to Finn
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.
*Sorry about the delay*
"That's... actually a really good idea. Thank you." She responds, beginning to make a quick sketch of the concept. "Yeah, it's... eventful around here. Seems like every other day that some new Elder Evil or force of chaos or tear in reality or regular person with an irregular appetite for vengeance pops up to cause trouble. At least it's never boring here."
A while later, Helianth gently picks Felix up, carrying him in its myriad brambles and arms as it moves to the 'medical bay' of the Spelljammer. Once there, it unravels something from amidst its crooked stem- Rend's Cleaver, its trusted blade from all the way back at the Autumn Country. It lowers one of its smaller flower heads, raises its cleaver in one arm, and in one swift motion... Thunk.
The ring of twisted flesh and metal falls onto the table alongside a few drops of brilliantly gleaming ichor, the sphere of utter oblivion having collapsed in on itself and vanished. Brilliant white flames, fueled by the dying screams of stars, crackle brightly from the severed stem that remains for a few seconds... and then from the blaze, another 'flower head' grows, a second miniature black hole appearing as if the injury never occurred. It takes the severed ring in one of its wretched hands, and begins to shape it into something else- A circlet, or perhaps... a crown. The Elder Evil places the relic on the table, before returning to simply holding Felix, almost curling up around them. After a long while, its brilliant flames dim and eventually go out, the sunflower falling asleep as well.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
When Finn is closer they speak "Hello"
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.