Wolves everywhere let out a sleepy howl, ushering in the new season; One of bunnies and foxes. Spring has officially arrived, and Sam is now on the clock.
Beyond that, the air changes, and the Mink Gods, and their followers, have a shift in eye color; A pleasant, bountiful green
Sam is more busy, and lets out a stronger, more seedling heating pad like, heat, and has green eyes Jax is slightly weaker, and has green eyes Yuki is no longer as busy, and has green eyes Omi has green eyes Aokiji has green eyes Byren is unaffected
*this wouldn’t affect eito would it?*
*I wouldn't imagine, no. Eito is married to Omi, not aligned with him*
*alright then. want to rp?*
*yis*
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*I can do those, and I was hoping it wasn’t my turn.*
Damian is sitting in his room on the bed. He seems to be reading something though he sits in the dark, the light his eyes give off the only way he can read.
Camilla has set up a little side business, and is taking a few days off from adventuring to work on it. So far she’s just got a cart and some spices, which is all she really needs.
Benimaru is doing another rite for a fallen person, turned infernal and had to be put down. He doesn’t say any others, or at least not audible ones as he leans over their ashes.
Saphuno knocks on the door. "Damian?"
Aokiji, unburdened by his armor today, approaches the cart and bows. "Greetings."
"A damn shame." Time says, ticking and tapping as ever. She clicks her tongue as she crushes an hourglass
He doesn’t reply with more than a grunt, focused on what he’s reading.
She looks up at them, her eyes shining softly underneath all of her robes, “H-hello.” She says, not expecting a customer so soon.
The ash blows away as he stands to his feet, putting two hands in his pockets, “That hourglass should’ve been broken the moment they turned infernal.”
She sighs before cracking the door, peering in. "Damian... I'm scared.."
"Hello. Do you have any teas?"
"Wasn't theirs. How d'you know me?"
He looks up to them, his eyes tired and his head tilted, “Scared of what?” He asks, concern entering his voice.
She nods, reaching down to grab a cup and some other supplies, using her lantern to begin boiling water.
“You’re Father Time’s replacement right? Shinra told me about you, he didn’t say much, but you fit the bill just about right.”
"of drifting apart..." she says as she pads in and sits next to him
"Thank you." he sits down and crosses his legs, meditating lightly.
"That's me! And you're.. Benimaru." She says, tapping her chin
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The brown wyrmling is now attempting to push the tree over.
*The Beach is a demiplane made of negative emotions. It's made of iron and covered in the corpses of half-formed monstrosities who were thrashed upon the teeth of the land before they even got a chance to live. It's easy to go to and come back from, but it is a truly miserable place.*
“The world would be crueler to you than I.” He sighs, his carved scales shimmering green as a bubble of corrosive material forms in his palm. He then hurls it at you. Make a DEX save.
*oh that’s sick, how do you get there?*
DEX save: 15
*Find just about any place filled with hate or pain or fear and essentially ask to be let in. The Nocturne (the sea/god of the Beach) is not a fickle lord, and allows even its enemies to see the carnage done to its children who simply wish to live*
Failure. You take 22 acid damage.
*gotcha*
Loriche is at Threksos’s tomb, mourning him.
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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.
*If anyone would like to roleplay, speak now or forever hold yer pieces.*
*(Throws 17 gold gallions at you)*
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*I can do those, and I was hoping it wasn’t my turn.*
Damian is sitting in his room on the bed. He seems to be reading something though he sits in the dark, the light his eyes give off the only way he can read.
Camilla has set up a little side business, and is taking a few days off from adventuring to work on it. So far she’s just got a cart and some spices, which is all she really needs.
Benimaru is doing another rite for a fallen person, turned infernal and had to be put down. He doesn’t say any others, or at least not audible ones as he leans over their ashes.
Saphuno knocks on the door. "Damian?"
Aokiji, unburdened by his armor today, approaches the cart and bows. "Greetings."
"A damn shame." Time says, ticking and tapping as ever. She clicks her tongue as she crushes an hourglass
He doesn’t reply with more than a grunt, focused on what he’s reading.
She looks up at them, her eyes shining softly underneath all of her robes, “H-hello.” She says, not expecting a customer so soon.
The ash blows away as he stands to his feet, putting two hands in his pockets, “That hourglass should’ve been broken the moment they turned infernal.”
She sighs before cracking the door, peering in. "Damian... I'm scared.."
"Hello. Do you have any teas?"
"Wasn't theirs. How d'you know me?"
He looks up to them, his eyes tired and his head tilted, “Scared of what?” He asks, concern entering his voice.
She nods, reaching down to grab a cup and some other supplies, using her lantern to begin boiling water.
“You’re Father Time’s replacement right? Shinra told me about you, he didn’t say much, but you fit the bill just about right.”
"of drifting apart..." she says as she pads in and sits next to him
"Thank you." he sits down and crosses his legs, meditating lightly.
"That's me! And you're.. Benimaru." She says, tapping her chin
He looks over to her, sighing as his eyes turn back to that tired state, “Really? Dear, I love you the same as I always have. What makes you afraid?”
She watches them, confused though she continues to work, putting spices and other things into the tea.
“Correct, nice job.” He says, putting his flaming mop over his shoulders, cracking his neck.
"I wish to make a donation. I am attempting to set an example for my students, and I believe donating to causes you have hope for is a virtuous action. I hope it does not bother you." Oris has begun playing with some children.
"Nice to meet you, Gin! My name is Prospero!" He pets one of the horrors, a sideways head with seven spidery legs. "Do you see them too? Most people can't sense Nightmares this weak."
He chuckles, looking to Bae with a smile on his face, “I have no need for the money myself, but I may be able to improve this place with the slightest donation, so no, it doesn’t bother me at all. You are a teacher? May I make you an offer?” He asks, putting his hands in his lap.
He nods again, holding out a calloused hand to one of the nightmares, resting it on the top of their head, surprisingly gentle for someone who appears so gruff “I can’t see them, but I know they’re there.” He says, cracking the smallest smile.
"I am, in fact. And you may make me an offer." He reaches into his pocket and removes a bag of spices with a piece of paper stuck to it. A strong tea, instructions, and a recipe to make more. He then places one gold, one electrum, and two silver on the counter. "I do not have much, but I believe the gods have smiled upon my movement. Thus, I wish to bless others as I have been blessed."
The invisible thing, sharp and sticky, wraps around his wrist. "You're pretty lucky, then. Your Spiritual Sensitivity Level must be low." A thousand-yard stare enters his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head. "But a high SSL is a blessing, too. It means I can care for these Trueborns like no one else can."
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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.
*Find just about any place filled with hate or pain or fear and essentially ask to be let in. The Nocturne (the sea/god of the Beach) is not a fickle lord, and allows even its enemies to see the carnage done to its children who simply wish to live*
Failure. You take 29 acid damage.
*gotcha*
Loriche is at Threksos’s tomb, mourning him.
Somehow, the drake lives, not taking anywhere near the damage he should have taken. He does scream, however. Many expletives. "How dare you! I am a dragon!"
She hears the crashing of waves and the rending of flesh behind her. A portal to the Beach has opened. (Unless you were looking for something else)
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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.
Wolves everywhere let out a sleepy howl, ushering in the new season; One of bunnies and foxes. Spring has officially arrived, and Sam is now on the clock.
Beyond that, the air changes, and the Mink Gods, and their followers, have a shift in eye color; A pleasant, bountiful green
Sam is more busy, and lets out a stronger, more seedling heating pad like, heat, and has green eyes Jax is slightly weaker, and has green eyes Yuki is no longer as busy, and has green eyes Omi has green eyes Aokiji has green eyes Byren is unaffected
*this wouldn’t affect eito would it?*
*I wouldn't imagine, no. Eito is married to Omi, not aligned with him*
*alright then. want to rp?*
*yis*
Thirteen is going through his papers, agitated.
Mauric is making something with a lot of ground turkey.
Loriche is mourning at Threksos’s tomb.
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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.
"I wish to make a donation. I am attempting to set an example for my students, and I believe donating to causes you have hope for is a virtuous action. I hope it does not bother you." Oris has begun playing with some children.
"Nice to meet you, Gin! My name is Prospero!" He pets one of the horrors, a sideways head with seven spidery legs. "Do you see them too? Most people can't sense Nightmares this weak."
He chuckles, looking to Bae with a smile on his face, “I have no need for the money myself, but I may be able to improve this place with the slightest donation, so no, it doesn’t bother me at all. You are a teacher? May I make you an offer?” He asks, putting his hands in his lap.
He nods again, holding out a calloused hand to one of the nightmares, resting it on the top of their head, surprisingly gentle for someone who appears so gruff “I can’t see them, but I know they’re there.” He says, cracking the smallest smile.
"I am, in fact. And you may make me an offer." He reaches into his pocket and removes a bag of spices with a piece of paper stuck to it. A strong tea, instructions, and a recipe to make more. He then places one gold, one electrum, and two silver on the counter. "I do not have much, but I believe the gods have smiled upon my movement. Thus, I wish to bless others as I have been blessed."
The invisible thing, sharp and sticky, wraps around his wrist. "You're pretty lucky, then. Your Spiritual Sensitivity Level must be low." A thousand-yard stare enters his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head. "But a high SSL is a blessing, too. It means I can care for these Trueborns like no one else can."
He slides the money to the side, looking back at them and to their students outside “I would be happy to take some help inside of here, what prevents this place from growing and helping others is a lack of people, I’m the only person here to help most of the time, and I would like assistance.”
He nods along with their words “This world is quite the place, you’ve been given an opportunity no one else can get, I wish I could assist you, but I cannot.” He lets the creature wrap around his arm, whatever it may be, his skin seems durable, a tough hide of some kind, strangely enough.
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*yis*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
*If anyone would like to roleplay, speak now or forever hold yer pieces.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I do like holding peas, but I would also like to roleplay with you, what do I do?!*
*Man, i also love holding wet green balls.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"of drifting apart..." she says as she pads in and sits next to him
"Thank you." he sits down and crosses his legs, meditating lightly.
"That's me! And you're.. Benimaru." She says, tapping her chin
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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
*I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing here. Anyway, who ya want?*
Failure. You take 22 acid damage.
*gotcha*
Loriche is at Threksos’s tomb, mourning him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i love this so very much*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(Throws 17 gold gallions at 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
*Darn. I thought I was. This world is so confusing. I want to go back to the mothership.*
*Guve me Sparrow, Eithan, and one of your choice.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks over to her, sighing as his eyes turn back to that tired state, “Really? Dear, I love you the same as I always have. What makes you afraid?”
She watches them, confused though she continues to work, putting spices and other things into the tea.
“Correct, nice job.” He says, putting his flaming mop over his shoulders, cracking his neck.
"I am, in fact. And you may make me an offer." He reaches into his pocket and removes a bag of spices with a piece of paper stuck to it. A strong tea, instructions, and a recipe to make more. He then places one gold, one electrum, and two silver on the counter. "I do not have much, but I believe the gods have smiled upon my movement. Thus, I wish to bless others as I have been blessed."
The invisible thing, sharp and sticky, wraps around his wrist. "You're pretty lucky, then. Your Spiritual Sensitivity Level must be low." A thousand-yard stare enters his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head. "But a high SSL is a blessing, too. It means I can care for these Trueborns like no one else can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I only take puzzle pieces my friend.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Space is so much more simple. Here ya go, just two though.*
Sparrow is polishing Rosemary, though he doesn’t need to since he’s stopped using her, leaving his days of gunslinging behind.
Eithan has recovered from whatever happened to him the previous day, and is now meditating in the forest.
*want to continue?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth appears and tackle hugs him "Guess whaaaaaaaat"
Misha walks up to him, two sandwichs in hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Somehow, the drake lives, not taking anywhere near the damage he should have taken. He does scream, however. Many expletives. "How dare you! I am a dragon!"
She hears the crashing of waves and the rending of flesh behind her. A portal to the Beach has opened. (Unless you were looking for something else)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*shore :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thirteen is going through his papers, agitated.
Mauric is making something with a lot of ground turkey.
Loriche is mourning at Threksos’s tomb.
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 slides the money to the side, looking back at them and to their students outside “I would be happy to take some help inside of here, what prevents this place from growing and helping others is a lack of people, I’m the only person here to help most of the time, and I would like assistance.”
He nods along with their words “This world is quite the place, you’ve been given an opportunity no one else can get, I wish I could assist you, but I cannot.” He lets the creature wrap around his arm, whatever it may be, his skin seems durable, a tough hide of some kind, strangely enough.