Misha is in her butcher's shop, cleaning the front space. She is wiping down the counters while listening to the radio play some sort of hymn. She is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of loose bell-bottom-like pants, and plastic gloves. Her hair is tied back in a bun, loose strands falling out from it.
Angel is sitting in a tree, reading a book about cooking techniques for rats. He is dressed in a light brown cable-knit sweater, a pair of loose black pants, and multiple necklaces made from different leathers, gemstones, metals, and dried flowers.
Baegoji the Verdict enters, dressed in fine clothes appropriate for his historical status as a noble and enforcer, but deliberately asymmetrical and unconventional. Oris curls around his legs while the short man (4' 7") takes a deep smell of the air. "Beautiful."
Stigmata walks over to the base of the tree and looks up. He's holding a distorted and mangled head by the hair. It's kind of hard to tell what it is.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Misha is in her butcher's shop, cleaning the front space. She is wiping down the counters while listening to the radio play some sort of hymn. She is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of loose bell-bottom-like pants, and plastic gloves. Her hair is tied back in a bun, loose strands falling out from it.
Angel is sitting in a tree, reading a book about cooking techniques for rats. He is dressed in a light brown cable-knit sweater, a pair of loose black pants, and multiple necklaces made from different leathers, gemstones, metals, and dried flowers.
Baegoji the Verdict enters, dressed in fine clothes appropriate for his historical status as a noble and enforcer, but deliberately asymmetrical and unconventional. Oris curls around his legs while the short man (4' 7") takes a deep smell of the air. "Beautiful."
Stigmata walks over to the base of the tree and looks up. He's holding a distorted and mangled head by the hair. It's kind of hard to tell what it is.
She looks up, eyeing them both in a appraising manner before trying to give a smile "Hello!" She chirps.
Angel looks down and makes a small 'hoot' noise in recognition. He jumps down, his long tail falling behind him like a train to a coat or dress. He blinks his large black eyes in question "May I ask what happened to this fellow?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris. Oris themself is curled around him like a big chair.
*Bae has had some minor changes, mostly to his backstory. Ever heard of Judge Dredd?*
*Judge Dredd is a pull I didn't expect, but of course I have.*
Eithan was mediating nearby when he heard the training and decided to come over and check, leaning against a pole as he watches them, clad fully in his armor.
*Well, Baegoji was basically a Judge until he retired, at which point people assumed he was dead since he refused to leave his castle for over 600 years.*
Baegoji looks up at Eithan. "Hello there." He speaks softly, but clearly. "Is there a problem?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm finally back from Spanish class, who else is here? I wanna rp with somebody!*
*Wendi? Pretty please?*
*Sure! Who ya want? :>*
*I don't really have a preference, whoever you would want to play really. If that's okay milord.*
*Hmmm. I suppose Misha.*
Misha is outside, checking up on her slips she set up.
Nearby in the forest they can hear the sound of what appears to be pleading, the only person nearby who would hear such, blood curdling and terrified. It's hard to hear what they are saying, but they are scared for their life.
He shakes his head, smiling at her, slightly embarrassed, “I am a mighty warrior, you just make me a big softie.”
He lets them rest, actually closing his eyes and resting against them as well.
It miraculously begins to grow back, slowly at first, but the growth becomes rapid until he has his hand once more.
"And how much of the day do we spend together? Most of it, right?" she laughs, hoping he gets where she was going with that
He hums softly, not realizing it.
"Sweet." he turns to hug them, with both paws-- for the first time in a while-- smiling wide "Now I can turn the prosthetic into a gauntlet."
He does, laughing with them as hugging them tightly, “I don’t know where I would be in this life without you.” He puts his forehead to hers, his horns wrapping around her head like a crown.
“You know, I haven’t slept in a long time, but I want to sleep with you.”
She hugs them back, though she doesn’t seem as happy as he is, feeling a sick taste in her mouth after doing that, knowing they didn’t enjoy it.
*back, was eating*
"Probably still getting into fights." she teases, her horns that come back and curl forward brushing against his
"I would like that a lot."
"I'll work on that later.. Thank you."
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Porter stomps out his just-lit cigarette as she approaches. "Hey, kid. I wouldn't suggest getting too close. Something might try to hitch a ride with you."
Stigmata walks over and places a skull beside her. It looks like a skeletal version of her face.
"O- Oh, alright." She takes a step back from the portal. "Thanks. Wouldn't want for that to happen again." She chuckles dryly to herself.
She takes the skull, equally curious and confused. "What the... it looks like... me... Why does it look like me?"
"Again?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened last time?"
"This is the natural state of all things, at least in the mind. I don't know its exact nature, but it could be an errant desire someone had to kill you, or maybe a fear that you might die."
*Apologies for the delay*
"Last time, a shard of an Elder Evil latched onto my soul and tried to make me its vessel." She explains as if this was a normal occurrence for her. "Don't worry, I got better."
"Fascinating... I don't know whether to be concerned or flattered." She holds the skull up to her face, examining its details. Stigmata can see that some of the Dark Energy of this place has seeped into her hands, staining her fingertips like ink.
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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)
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris. Oris themself is curled around him like a big chair.
*Bae has had some minor changes, mostly to his backstory. Ever heard of Judge Dredd?*
*Judge Dredd is a pull I didn't expect, but of course I have.*
Eithan was mediating nearby when he heard the training and decided to come over and check, leaning against a pole as he watches them, clad fully in his armor.
*Well, Baegoji was basically a Judge until he retired, at which point people assumed he was dead since he refused to leave his castle for over 600 years.*
Baegoji looks up at Eithan. "Hello there." He speaks softly, but clearly. "Is there a problem?"
*Me when I don't feel like going outside of my room^*
He looks back to them, smiling softly, his eyes conveying that smile, speaking softly in return "No problem at all, I apologize it appeared there was one. I just enjoy watching, if that is okay."
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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.'
Time has put up a temporary shelf, and is organizing some hour glasses by length remaining
Dew is in his massage clinic, waiting for customers.
Aokiji is deep in thought, in a meditative pose. His jingasa rests in his lap
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*I'm finally back from Spanish class, who else is here? I wanna rp with somebody!*
*Wendi? Pretty please?*
*Sure! Who ya want? :>*
*I don't really have a preference, whoever you would want to play really. If that's okay milord.*
*Hmmm. I suppose Misha.*
Misha is outside, checking up on her slips she set up.
Nearby in the forest they can hear the sound of what appears to be pleading, the only person nearby who would hear such, blood curdling and terrified.
She follows it, pulling out her knife from her waistband sheath.
As they go through the forest, they see bodies, not many, but still a few, leading in one direction, at the end of which, the pleading stops, Eithan stands there, blood dripping from his armor in blade, both of which have turned pitch black, a man impaled through the chest, choking on his blood.
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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.'
Baegoji the Verdict enters, dressed in fine clothes appropriate for his historical status as a noble and enforcer, but deliberately asymmetrical and unconventional. Oris curls around his legs while the short man (4' 7") takes a deep smell of the air. "Beautiful."
Stigmata walks over to the base of the tree and looks up. He's holding a distorted and mangled head by the hair. It's kind of hard to tell what it is.
She looks up, eyeing them both in a appraising manner before trying to give a smile "Hello!" She chirps.
Angel looks down and makes a small 'hoot' noise in recognition. He jumps down, his long tail falling behind him like a train to a coat or dress. He blinks his large black eyes in question "May I ask what happened to this fellow?"
"Hello." He says softly. "My name is Baegoji, and this is Oris." He gestures to the 8ft-long cat-snake creature that seems to be interested in the cuts of humanoid flesh behind the glass. "We were wondering if you would be capable of supplying large amounts of meat. My students need a lot of protein to maintain their capabilities."
He lifts up the head, looking at it. "He was alive a minute ago." He drops it. "I was excited to show him to you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm finally back from Spanish class, who else is here? I wanna rp with somebody!*
*Wendi? Pretty please?*
*Sure! Who ya want? :>*
*I don't really have a preference, whoever you would want to play really. If that's okay milord.*
*Hmmm. I suppose Misha.*
Misha is outside, checking up on her slips she set up.
Nearby in the forest they can hear the sound of what appears to be pleading, the only person nearby who would hear such, blood curdling and terrified.
She follows it, pulling out her knife from her waistband sheath.
As they go through the forest, they see bodies, not many, but still a few, leading in one direction, at the end of which, the pleading stops, Eithan stands there, blood dripping from his armor in blade, both of which have turned pitch black, a man impaled through the chest, choking on his blood.
Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
He pulls the sword out of the man's chest, watching the blood spill as he drops to the ground. He then begins hacking violently, leaning on his sword as bile begins leaking from under his helmet.
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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.'
(hi)
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
Baegoji the Verdict enters, dressed in fine clothes appropriate for his historical status as a noble and enforcer, but deliberately asymmetrical and unconventional. Oris curls around his legs while the short man (4' 7") takes a deep smell of the air. "Beautiful."
Stigmata walks over to the base of the tree and looks up. He's holding a distorted and mangled head by the hair. It's kind of hard to tell what it is.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks up, eyeing them both in a appraising manner before trying to give a smile "Hello!" She chirps.
Angel looks down and makes a small 'hoot' noise in recognition. He jumps down, his long tail falling behind him like a train to a coat or dress. He blinks his large black eyes in question "May I ask what happened to this fellow?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wendi? Pretty please?*
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.)
*Sure! Who ya want? :>*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I don't really have a preference, whoever you would want to play really. If that's okay milord.*
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.)
(you want to rp wendo)
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
*Well, Baegoji was basically a Judge until he retired, at which point people assumed he was dead since he refused to leave his castle for over 600 years.*
Baegoji looks up at Eithan. "Hello there." He speaks softly, but clearly. "Is there a problem?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hmmm. I suppose Misha.*
Misha is outside, checking up on her slips she set up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Nearby in the forest they can hear the sound of what appears to be pleading, the only person nearby who would hear such, blood curdling and terrified. It's hard to hear what they are saying, but they are scared for their life.
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.)
*back, was eating*
"Probably still getting into fights." she teases, her horns that come back and curl forward brushing against his
"I would like that a lot."
"I'll work on that later.. Thank you."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She follows it, pulling out her knife from her waistband sheath.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Apologies for the delay*
"Last time, a shard of an Elder Evil latched onto my soul and tried to make me its vessel." She explains as if this was a normal occurrence for her. "Don't worry, I got better."
"Fascinating... I don't know whether to be concerned or flattered." She holds the skull up to her face, examining its details. Stigmata can see that some of the Dark Energy of this place has seeped into her hands, staining her fingertips like ink.
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)
*Me when I don't feel like going outside of my room^*
He looks back to them, smiling softly, his eyes conveying that smile, speaking softly in return "No problem at all, I apologize it appeared there was one. I just enjoy watching, if that is okay."
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.)
*For anybody*
Time has put up a temporary shelf, and is organizing some hour glasses by length remaining
Dew is in his massage clinic, waiting for customers.
Aokiji is deep in thought, in a meditative pose. His jingasa rests in his lap
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He chuckles, letting their horns get locked together as he smiles at her, "Maybe, but you keep me from getting myself too hurt."
He lies down next to them, wrapping an arm around them.
She shakes her head, "Think nothing of it, dear. You would've done the same for me."
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.)
As they go through the forest, they see bodies, not many, but still a few, leading in one direction, at the end of which, the pleading stops, Eithan stands there, blood dripping from his armor in blade, both of which have turned pitch black, a man impaled through the chest, choking on his blood.
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.)
"Hello." He says softly. "My name is Baegoji, and this is Oris." He gestures to the 8ft-long cat-snake creature that seems to be interested in the cuts of humanoid flesh behind the glass. "We were wondering if you would be capable of supplying large amounts of meat. My students need a lot of protein to maintain their capabilities."
He lifts up the head, looking at it. "He was alive a minute ago." He drops it. "I was excited to show him to you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pulls the sword out of the man's chest, watching the blood spill as he drops to the ground. He then begins hacking violently, leaning on his sword as bile begins leaking from under his helmet.
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.)