*Hey, Jester! I'm planning on giving Skwancy the ability to transform into a human! The class I'm going to give him is cleric, specifically six levels in it. I'm also going to make him a Noctourne Arteist, meaning he deals with Nightmares and Artefacts. Think like a Curse User from JJK, while Exorcists like Porter would be Jujutsu Sorcerers.*
*Anyway, wanna rp?*
*That sounds very interesting indeed, one quick question though, is JJK our only mutual reference point? Or is it simply the easiest for us both to equally understand?*
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Angel is outside, cooking what appears to be a giant rat. He has skinned it, declawed and detoothed, and removed its bones and tail and head. It looks almost like a very large rabbit except it lacks the powerful hind legs. He sprinkles on chili flakes, coconut oil, sage, and bay leaves.
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Baegoji walks over, lured by the smell. "My, my, what a large rat. Tell me, what draws you to such an unusual delicacy?"
As she turns to grab the rag, she sees Stigmata standing there.
Skwancy waddles over, now wearing a bathrobe and sunglasses. It looks quite awkward. "Hey. I'm cool now."
"Hm? Oh, I just like rats," he says, shrugging "They have their taste that is unlike any other."
She nearly jumps, but steadies herself as she takes a deep breath "Hello Stigmata."
Samaritan turns to look and has to use all his willpower not to snicker with amusement. William picks them up and smiles "Looks good buddy"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
*Hey, Jester! I'm planning on giving Skwancy the ability to transform into a human! The class I'm going to give him is cleric, specifically six levels in it. I'm also going to make him a Noctourne Arteist, meaning he deals with Nightmares and Artefacts. Think like a Curse User from JJK, while Exorcists like Porter would be Jujutsu Sorcerers.*
*Anyway, wanna rp?*
*That sounds very interesting indeed, one quick question though, is JJK our only mutual reference point? Or is it simply the easiest for us both to equally understand?*
*Of course I do, want anybody?*
*I like to think the second. I like JJK and it inspires me a lot.*
*Maybe Merabelle. Other than that I'm good with anyone.*
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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.
*Hey, Jester! I'm planning on giving Skwancy the ability to transform into a human! The class I'm going to give him is cleric, specifically six levels in it. I'm also going to make him a Noctourne Arteist, meaning he deals with Nightmares and Artefacts. Think like a Curse User from JJK, while Exorcists like Porter would be Jujutsu Sorcerers.*
*Anyway, wanna rp?*
*That sounds very interesting indeed, one quick question though, is JJK our only mutual reference point? Or is it simply the easiest for us both to equally understand?*
*Of course I do, want anybody?*
*I like to think the second. I like JJK and it inspires me a lot.*
*Maybe Merabelle. Other than that I'm good with anyone.*
*Same, JJK is really well done, I just wish Gege did more with their characters and everything. It is what it is. Anyway, here’s Merabelle.*
Merabelle has recovered from some of the dark magic poisoning her body, and is now meditating in the forest, finally able to connect to it without issue again.
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
She begins to work, humming a song as she works. After a moment or two, she hands it back and smiles "Sharp enough to slice paper."
Samaritan snorts "Don't call me that". William shrugs "He likes his title. Hi Shen, how're you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
She begins to work, humming a song as she works. After a moment or two, she hands it back and smiles "Sharp enough to slice paper."
Samaritan snorts "Don't call me that". William shrugs "He likes his title. Hi Shen, how're you?"
He takes back the blade, running his finger across the edge, “I hate to tell you this, but paper isn’t very durable.” He says with a joking chuckle, smiling back at them.
“I’m great, my arms are broken, I got to fight an immortal god of war who only seeks to fight someone who can kill him, he knows my boss apparently! How about you?”
Baegoji walks over, lured by the smell. "My, my, what a large rat. Tell me, what draws you to such an unusual delicacy?"
As she turns to grab the rag, she sees Stigmata standing there.
Skwancy waddles over, now wearing a bathrobe and sunglasses. It looks quite awkward. "Hey. I'm cool now."
"Hm? Oh, I just like rats," he says, shrugging "They have their taste that is unlike any other."
She nearly jumps, but steadies herself as she takes a deep breath "Hello Stigmata."
Samaritan turns to look and has to use all his willpower not to snicker with amusement. William picks them up and smiles "Looks good buddy"
"Have you tried them drowned in liquor yet? I heard it does wonders for the flavors, but I've never had the heart to do it myself."
"Hello, Mother." He places his hand on the still-spinning grindstone, causing it to spark and stop. "It's not been long since my last confession."
The German Sheperd-sized dragon smiles as he's lifted. "Thank you! I'm practicing looking like a human! Blending in until I'm needed, like the heroes on the radio!"
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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 outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
She begins to work, humming a song as she works. After a moment or two, she hands it back and smiles "Sharp enough to slice paper."
Samaritan snorts "Don't call me that". William shrugs "He likes his title. Hi Shen, how're you?"
He takes back the blade, running his finger across the edge, “I hate to tell you this, but paper isn’t very durable.” He says with a joking chuckle, smiling back at them.
“I’m great, my arms are broken, I got to fight an immortal god of war who only seeks to fight someone who can kill him, he knows my boss apparently! How about you?”
"I suppose, but enough of it can stop a bullet." She chuckles.
"Fiance, gonna get married soon," Samaritan said, shrugging. William chuckled "I am in college again, though more so culinary school."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I like to think the second. I like JJK and it inspires me a lot.*
*Maybe Merabelle. Other than that I'm good with anyone.*
*Same, JJK is really well done, I just wish Gege did more with their characters and everything. It is what it is. Anyway, here’s Merabelle.*
Merabelle has recovered from some of the dark magic poisoning her body, and is now meditating in the forest, finally able to connect to it without issue again.
Skwasniec waddles up to her without a word, flopping down in her lap.
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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.
Baegoji walks over, lured by the smell. "My, my, what a large rat. Tell me, what draws you to such an unusual delicacy?"
As she turns to grab the rag, she sees Stigmata standing there.
Skwancy waddles over, now wearing a bathrobe and sunglasses. It looks quite awkward. "Hey. I'm cool now."
"Hm? Oh, I just like rats," he says, shrugging "They have their taste that is unlike any other."
She nearly jumps, but steadies herself as she takes a deep breath "Hello Stigmata."
Samaritan turns to look and has to use all his willpower not to snicker with amusement. William picks them up and smiles "Looks good buddy"
"Have you tried them drowned in liquor yet? I heard it does wonders for the flavors, but I've never had the heart to do it myself."
"Hello, Mother." He places his hand on the still-spinning grindstone, causing it to spark and stop. "It's not been long since my last confession."
The German Sheperd-sized dragon smiles as he's lifted. "Thank you! I'm practicing looking like a human! Blending in until I'm needed, like the heroes on the radio!"
"Neither would I," he sighs, "I would have to have someone do it for me but, even then, my soul would still hear its last breath like a scream." He fluffs his wings.
She watches him stop it. She then takes the knife and places it in her belt sheath, "Has it now? I do suppose it has been, hasn't it?"
"Very nice. What you got so far?" William asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The strange being slowly turns his head. "Shenaniganizer. Hello."
'Ah, hello there. How's ya doing? Methinks I can smell a feast. Roasted rat, by the looks of it, but better cooked than I could ever have done'
*Ah, thank you.*
"I thought you liked rats." He lifts a tiny suit of armor sized for Hi. "I even made this for you."
*np!*
'Ah, I do. When rats are alive, they are friends. When they're dead, sometimes they end up as food. Waste not, want not, and all that. Aww, that's some sweet armour! Hi's gonna love it, aren't ya lil guy?!'
Before she can even touch him hes gone, directly behind her. "I have. Your variant was weak. She died easily."
The alternate Leo looks up and burns the arrow. After seeing who fired it, the flames flicker and dim slightly
“Musta got me when I was sick. How ‘bout we make this interestin’. Leave my Theren out o’ this. You an’ me, fists until one o’ us drops.” She says, turning around and looking down at them “I ain’t gonna be easy ta kill.”
She looks into the eyes of the other Leo as she begins to move closer, moving from her rooftop and walking over to them, crossbow still raised.
He laughs. "Oh thats adorable that you think you can take me on. This is a universe where Theren almost got to my level of power then!" he raises an arm as a bunch of black veins running through it.
"You...your name...what is it..." the alternate stammers.
She raises her own arm to show the same, grinning like a mad man “I hate ta tell ya, but Theren couldn’t beat me if he wanted ta, I ain’t gonna say yer any stronger than he is till I see it myself. Come on, just a little wrestlin’, unless yer scared?”
She slowly lowers her crossbow, tears forming in her eyes, “You don’t know your wife’s name? Leo…”
Blackness starts to consume his body, like the voided cosmos. He voice doubles as he says. "You will die doing this."
"When...when i became the avatar of the sun and forge...you...you left me...and died..." the alternate says softly. Ana's Leo wheezes as he leans against her. "Hes from a different reality...?"
Black begins to cover her own, shining stars piercing through the darkness as she smiles “If that’s what it takes, I ain’t need ta live, I can only hope the orphans forgive me.” Init:17
She looks sympathetically as she holds her own Leo, petting his head “Not now dear, I’m talking to him. Why did she leave you, why would I leave you, every bit of love I’ve said, I’ve meant.”
"Your orphans will die once i kill everyone who might stop me." he snarls. Init: 16
"She was afraid....scared of what i had become..."
*brb, gotta take a stats 9 weeks test :[ *
She sighs, closing her eyes, “Shouldn’ta said that.” She rages, fists becoming claws as she begins swinging down on them. To hit:242720 Damage: 111311 Smite damage:343039
She looks only sadder, tilting her head “Leo, I’m scared about what you’ve become, you hurt my Leo, why?”
*Take all the time you need big man.*
*Back now*
He dodges every attack, sighing a bit. "My turn." Attack: 20 Damage: 48 Attack: 18 Damage: 41 Attack: 12 Damage: 44
"You left me....left me alone and scared..." he whispers, flames starting to burn brighter. Her Leo tugs on her arm. "Need to go..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
Eithan comes over and watches the strange machine being used, astonished by the functionality as well as Misha’s craftsmanship of such a device, capable of making something like that. He makes himself known, sitting down nearby, just watching.
Shen watches the both of them from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, just walking over to stand behind them, leaning against one of the walls of the restaurant, giving his signature smile, though he doesn’t say anything at all.
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
She begins to work, humming a song as she works. After a moment or two, she hands it back and smiles "Sharp enough to slice paper."
Samaritan snorts "Don't call me that". William shrugs "He likes his title. Hi Shen, how're you?"
He takes back the blade, running his finger across the edge, “I hate to tell you this, but paper isn’t very durable.” He says with a joking chuckle, smiling back at them.
“I’m great, my arms are broken, I got to fight an immortal god of war who only seeks to fight someone who can kill him, he knows my boss apparently! How about you?”
"I suppose, but enough of it can stop a bullet." She chuckles.
"Fiance, gonna get married soon," Samaritan said, shrugging. William chuckled "I am in college again, though more so culinary school."
He smiles, “Hungry? Or have you already eaten?” He asks, standing up as he cracks his fingers.
“And no one has told me! I can’t believe I was left out, you’re getting married.” He points to Samaritan “And you’re becoming the greatest cook known to man, and no one wanted to tell me?”
Angel is outside, cooking what appears to be a giant rat. He has skinned it, declawed and detoothed, and removed its bones and tail and head. It looks almost like a very large rabbit except it lacks the powerful hind legs. He sprinkles on chili flakes, coconut oil, sage, and bay leaves.
Misha is outside, sharpening her knives. She works against her personal whetstone, pouring water over it. She presses the blade to it, and she presses a pedal on the lower part of the wooden contraption below, and the stone begins to spin. Gritty bits of a metal get scrapped off by the stone as the blade becomes sharp. She moves her foot from the pedal and grabs a rag, cleaning the leftover grit from the blade.
William is outside, sitting on the loading dock of Samaritan's restaurant. Samaritan stands beside him, a cigar between his lips as smoke that smells vaguely like cinnamon fills the air. William appears to write something in his journal, a recipe of sorts perhaps.
She can see two versions of Leo are having a standoff, fire wreathing their arms. One of their fires burns a bit brighter than the rest. Festus looks on, confused.
*Hi wendi :]*
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*That sounds very interesting indeed, one quick question though, is JJK our only mutual reference point? Or is it simply the easiest for us both to equally understand?*
*Of course I do, want anybody?*
She looks up and smiles "Want me to sharpen your blades?"
Samaritan and William both sense him, their skilled perception able to pick up anything. They look up and over at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The strange being slowly turns his head. "Shenaniganizer. Hello."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm? Oh, I just like rats," he says, shrugging "They have their taste that is unlike any other."
She nearly jumps, but steadies herself as she takes a deep breath "Hello Stigmata."
Samaritan turns to look and has to use all his willpower not to snicker with amusement. William picks them up and smiles "Looks good buddy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He takes his blade off of his back, looking at it, “If you are offering, I won’t say no I suppose.” He passes them the heavy blade, putting it down next to them, for whenever they are ready.
He politely waves at the both of them, sitting on a nearby crate, crossing his legs over each other “Sammy, Willy, it’s been too long!” He says with a grin.
'Ah, hello there. How's ya doing? Methinks I can smell a feast. Roasted rat, by the looks of it, but better cooked than I could ever have done'
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*I like to think the second. I like JJK and it inspires me a lot.*
*Maybe Merabelle. Other than that I'm good with anyone.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Same, JJK is really well done, I just wish Gege did more with their characters and everything. It is what it is. Anyway, here’s Merabelle.*
Merabelle has recovered from some of the dark magic poisoning her body, and is now meditating in the forest, finally able to connect to it without issue again.
She begins to work, humming a song as she works. After a moment or two, she hands it back and smiles "Sharp enough to slice paper."
Samaritan snorts "Don't call me that". William shrugs "He likes his title. Hi Shen, how're you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He takes back the blade, running his finger across the edge, “I hate to tell you this, but paper isn’t very durable.” He says with a joking chuckle, smiling back at them.
“I’m great, my arms are broken, I got to fight an immortal god of war who only seeks to fight someone who can kill him, he knows my boss apparently! How about you?”
"Have you tried them drowned in liquor yet? I heard it does wonders for the flavors, but I've never had the heart to do it myself."
"Hello, Mother." He places his hand on the still-spinning grindstone, causing it to spark and stop. "It's not been long since my last confession."
The German Sheperd-sized dragon smiles as he's lifted. "Thank you! I'm practicing looking like a human! Blending in until I'm needed, like the heroes on the radio!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose, but enough of it can stop a bullet." She chuckles.
"Fiance, gonna get married soon," Samaritan said, shrugging. William chuckled "I am in college again, though more so culinary school."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skwasniec waddles up to her without a word, flopping down in her lap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Ah, thank you.*
"I thought you liked rats." He lifts a tiny suit of armor sized for Hi. "I even made this for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Neither would I," he sighs, "I would have to have someone do it for me but, even then, my soul would still hear its last breath like a scream." He fluffs his wings.
She watches him stop it. She then takes the knife and places it in her belt sheath, "Has it now? I do suppose it has been, hasn't it?"
"Very nice. What you got so far?" William asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*np!*
'Ah, I do. When rats are alive, they are friends. When they're dead, sometimes they end up as food. Waste not, want not, and all that. Aww, that's some sweet armour! Hi's gonna love it, aren't ya lil guy?!'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Back now*
He dodges every attack, sighing a bit. "My turn." Attack: 20 Damage: 48 Attack: 18 Damage: 41 Attack: 12 Damage: 44
"You left me....left me alone and scared..." he whispers, flames starting to burn brighter. Her Leo tugs on her arm. "Need to go..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles, “Hungry? Or have you already eaten?” He asks, standing up as he cracks his fingers.
“And no one has told me! I can’t believe I was left out, you’re getting married.” He points to Samaritan “And you’re becoming the greatest cook known to man, and no one wanted to tell me?”
She can see two versions of Leo are having a standoff, fire wreathing their arms. One of their fires burns a bit brighter than the rest. Festus looks on, confused.
*Hi wendi :]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.