*Hey everybody, I’m here, but not for long, just wanted to tell yall, don’t want anybody worried about me or anything. Love yall. Anyone want to talk for a lil?*
*sure thing! also i responded to our previous rp if you want to keep that going*
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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.
*tired of having well liked characters, here's some potential pieces of [GP]*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shippingni container
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Loriche is roaming the wilderness, looking for something to salvage.
Riotan is just wandering the world, looking for trouble.
Thirteen is seated, writing as usual, cat on shoulder.
She sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
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*Anyway, since I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Yall probably don’t, but it’s good to ask.*
*aeiou*
*And sometimes y? I’ll take that as a yes.*
*Can I get Sersha and Ambrosia?*
*Of course you may.*
Ambrosia has eaten a man whole, and is currently dissolving what remains, her bug like mouth dripping some kind of acid onto the evidence.
Sersha is sharpening her sister, or at least what remains of her as her spear, thinking about when they used to be a family.
Riotan wanders up behind her. “You’re really wasting all of that?”
Mala lands behind you, holding something behind her back. “Hi…”
She looks over to them, the mandibles in her mouth folding back “All the blood is gone, and I have no need for what’s left, you may have it.”
She looks up to them, pulling down her bandana and smiling at them, “Hi, my love.”
“Oh sweet.” He hurries over and begins devouring the damp remains.
“I wanted to apologize. You’ve been doing so many nice things for me, and I haven’t been putting in the effort in return.“
Most of it has already dissolved, but there are still some useful pieces. She helps pick out pieces.
She shakes her head, looking confused by that, “What do you mean? Your attention at all means so much, and I couldn’t hope for anymore.”
“Thanksh.” He mumbles. “Hey. Wanna come to my wedding?”
“Well, you’re getting more anyway.” She holds out an elaborately crafted glass necklace ending with several strange runic characters. “I made it with sand that I got from a desert… flew a couple days to get there. The letters are Auran. They mean ‘treasured’.”
She seems a little surprised by the offer, “Oh, didn’t know we were that close.” She says jokingly “Of course I would, though I may have to leave a little early, as I’m planning my own.”
She takes the glass necklace from them as tears begin to form in her eyes, unprepared for such a beautiful gift. She immediately puts it on, looking down at it, “I’m… thank you… Mala…” She gets up and leans in to give them a kiss on the beak.
*Hey everybody, I’m here, but not for long, just wanted to tell yall, don’t want anybody worried about me or anything. Love yall. Anyone want to talk for a lil?*
*sure thing! also i responded to our previous rp if you want to keep that going*
*I don’t got too long, but I’ll do what I can man, how you been?*
*Anyway, since I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Yall probably don’t, but it’s good to ask.*
*aeiou*
*And sometimes y? I’ll take that as a yes.*
*Can I get Sersha and Ambrosia?*
*Of course you may.*
Ambrosia has eaten a man whole, and is currently dissolving what remains, her bug like mouth dripping some kind of acid onto the evidence.
Sersha is sharpening her sister, or at least what remains of her as her spear, thinking about when they used to be a family.
Riotan wanders up behind her. “You’re really wasting all of that?”
Mala lands behind you, holding something behind her back. “Hi…”
She looks over to them, the mandibles in her mouth folding back “All the blood is gone, and I have no need for what’s left, you may have it.”
She looks up to them, pulling down her bandana and smiling at them, “Hi, my love.”
“Oh sweet.” He hurries over and begins devouring the damp remains.
“I wanted to apologize. You’ve been doing so many nice things for me, and I haven’t been putting in the effort in return.“
Most of it has already dissolved, but there are still some useful pieces. She helps pick out pieces.
She shakes her head, looking confused by that, “What do you mean? Your attention at all means so much, and I couldn’t hope for anymore.”
“Thanksh.” He mumbles. “Hey. Wanna come to my wedding?”
“Well, you’re getting more anyway.” She holds out an elaborately crafted glass necklace ending with several strange runic characters. “I made it with sand that I got from a desert… flew a couple days to get there. The letters are Auran. They mean ‘treasured’.”
She seems a little surprised by the offer, “Oh, didn’t know we were that close.” She says jokingly “Of course I would, though I may have to leave a little early, as I’m planning my own.”
She takes the glass necklace from them as tears begin to form in her eyes, unprepared for such a beautiful gift. She immediately puts it on, looking down at it, “I’m… thank you… Mala…” She gets up and leans in to give them a kiss on the beak.
“Congratshulatshionsh.”
She hugs you close, wrapping her wings around you.
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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.
*Wonderful! Here's the characters I have available at the moment- feel free to use any characters you want!*
KK is continuing her experiments with the Old Blood, recording its effects on animated inanimate material- namely, the severed and still-twitching arm of a Mannequin- if any occur.
Omori is continuing to practice her magic, still trying to cast Moonbeam to no avail, though learning more with each attempt.
It explodes into flames, though the flesh heals as it burns, which is incredibly interesting. Henry comes over in his suit, looking like the world’s most dapper insane person, double O seven style good looking.
Top comes out of nowhere, picks them up, and keeps running, “Don’t worry, not kidnapping you, your mother asked me to bring you back to the orphanage.”
*Apologies for the delay*
"Fascinating..." She mutters to herself, changing one of her fingers to a long shadowy spike and placing it delicately on the page of her notepad- words of shadowy ink form on the paper as she moves the claw across it, pausing every so often as she thinks. She looks over at Henry as he approaches, her smile growing a touch wider. "Good morning, dear."
Omori can barely register what's going on for a second, before responding. "W- Wait, what? What's happening back at the orphanage?"
*Sorry for my own delay.*
“Dear, I do believe it’s evening, either way, how goes the experimentation?” He asks, putting his cane over his shoulder as he looks at the ever burning hand, “Have we considered once again experimenting on living subjects? The results may be like something I’ve seen before.” He takes out his own journal, flipping to the pages on the Dark Beasts.
“Don’t know, I was just told to get you, your mom was just telling me to come get you, and to do it fast, and you know I’m the best at being things fast.” He says as they blur through the forest towards the orphanage.
"It is?.. I must have been working on this for longer than I thought." She responds, thinking for a moment about his suggestion. "I hadn't considered it, but I'm certainly not opposed to it. Where would we get live test subjects, though? I don't want to test on people, and I think Merabelle would get mad if we used forest animals..." She trails off, weighing her options.
"O- Oh, okay. Did she- did she say anything about what it might be?" She manages to respond, still somewhat disoriented.
“Oh is Merabelle that lovely woman that healed me back from the brink of death? I’ve had trouble remembering recently, though I have been recovering, don’t worry. What could we possibly do? Perhaps we could work on your mannequins? I have become strong enough to fight them back to death, or at least I would assume so.” He says, cracking his neck and flexing his arms.
“She seemed worried, and wanted all the orphans back at the orphanage, she began setting up some kind of wards or something. I don’t know.” He puts them down outside the orphanage.
*Anyway, since I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Yall probably don’t, but it’s good to ask.*
*aeiou*
*And sometimes y? I’ll take that as a yes.*
*Can I get Sersha and Ambrosia?*
*Of course you may.*
Ambrosia has eaten a man whole, and is currently dissolving what remains, her bug like mouth dripping some kind of acid onto the evidence.
Sersha is sharpening her sister, or at least what remains of her as her spear, thinking about when they used to be a family.
Riotan wanders up behind her. “You’re really wasting all of that?”
Mala lands behind you, holding something behind her back. “Hi…”
She looks over to them, the mandibles in her mouth folding back “All the blood is gone, and I have no need for what’s left, you may have it.”
She looks up to them, pulling down her bandana and smiling at them, “Hi, my love.”
“Oh sweet.” He hurries over and begins devouring the damp remains.
“I wanted to apologize. You’ve been doing so many nice things for me, and I haven’t been putting in the effort in return.“
Most of it has already dissolved, but there are still some useful pieces. She helps pick out pieces.
She shakes her head, looking confused by that, “What do you mean? Your attention at all means so much, and I couldn’t hope for anymore.”
“Thanksh.” He mumbles. “Hey. Wanna come to my wedding?”
“Well, you’re getting more anyway.” She holds out an elaborately crafted glass necklace ending with several strange runic characters. “I made it with sand that I got from a desert… flew a couple days to get there. The letters are Auran. They mean ‘treasured’.”
She seems a little surprised by the offer, “Oh, didn’t know we were that close.” She says jokingly “Of course I would, though I may have to leave a little early, as I’m planning my own.”
She takes the glass necklace from them as tears begin to form in her eyes, unprepared for such a beautiful gift. She immediately puts it on, looking down at it, “I’m… thank you… Mala…” She gets up and leans in to give them a kiss on the beak.
“Congratshulatshionsh.”
She hugs you close, wrapping her wings around you.
“Don’t talk with stuff in your mouth. Thank you.”
She leans into them, letting her tears flow, her spear falling out of her hands.
*tired of having well liked characters, here's some potential pieces of [GP]*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shippingni container
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Loriche is roaming the wilderness, looking for something to salvage.
Riotan is just wandering the world, looking for trouble.
Thirteen is seated, writing as usual, cat on shoulder.
She sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
Loriche heads over and takes out her pick, considering trying to harvest metal from the container, yet not sure whether or not Rivers would go for her if she tried.
Rio strolls by. “What’s the matter with you?”
Thirteen jumps a bit, surprised. “G-goodness… don’t scare me like that…”
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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.
*Hey everybody, I’m here, but not for long, just wanted to tell yall, don’t want anybody worried about me or anything. Love yall. Anyone want to talk for a lil?*
*hiii I dropped new folks*
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*Anyway, since I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Yall probably don’t, but it’s good to ask.*
*aeiou*
*And sometimes y? I’ll take that as a yes.*
*Can I get Sersha and Ambrosia?*
*Of course you may.*
Ambrosia has eaten a man whole, and is currently dissolving what remains, her bug like mouth dripping some kind of acid onto the evidence.
Sersha is sharpening her sister, or at least what remains of her as her spear, thinking about when they used to be a family.
Riotan wanders up behind her. “You’re really wasting all of that?”
Mala lands behind you, holding something behind her back. “Hi…”
She looks over to them, the mandibles in her mouth folding back “All the blood is gone, and I have no need for what’s left, you may have it.”
She looks up to them, pulling down her bandana and smiling at them, “Hi, my love.”
“Oh sweet.” He hurries over and begins devouring the damp remains.
“I wanted to apologize. You’ve been doing so many nice things for me, and I haven’t been putting in the effort in return.“
Most of it has already dissolved, but there are still some useful pieces. She helps pick out pieces.
She shakes her head, looking confused by that, “What do you mean? Your attention at all means so much, and I couldn’t hope for anymore.”
“Thanksh.” He mumbles. “Hey. Wanna come to my wedding?”
“Well, you’re getting more anyway.” She holds out an elaborately crafted glass necklace ending with several strange runic characters. “I made it with sand that I got from a desert… flew a couple days to get there. The letters are Auran. They mean ‘treasured’.”
She seems a little surprised by the offer, “Oh, didn’t know we were that close.” She says jokingly “Of course I would, though I may have to leave a little early, as I’m planning my own.”
She takes the glass necklace from them as tears begin to form in her eyes, unprepared for such a beautiful gift. She immediately puts it on, looking down at it, “I’m… thank you… Mala…” She gets up and leans in to give them a kiss on the beak.
“Congratshulatshionsh.”
She hugs you close, wrapping her wings around you.
“Don’t talk with stuff in your mouth. Thank you.”
She leans into them, letting her tears flow, her spear falling out of her hands.
“Alright.” He swallows hard. “Hey, I tore off your mouth a while back, didn’t I?”
Mala eases her down to sit. “I’m glad you like it.”
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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.
*tired of having well liked characters, here's some potential pieces of [GP]*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shippingni container
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Loriche is roaming the wilderness, looking for something to salvage.
Riotan is just wandering the world, looking for trouble.
Thirteen is seated, writing as usual, cat on shoulder.
She sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
Loriche heads over and takes out her pick, considering trying to harvest metal from the container, yet not sure whether or not River would go for her if she tried.
Rio strolls by. “What’s the matter with you?”
Thirteen jumps a bit, surprised. “G-goodness… don’t scare me like that…”
River sighs and gets up, coming out of the container and stretching. He's somewhat tall with shaggy hair and round glasses
"Just.. tryin to decide when to face Mama.. you?"
"Sorry, buddy. Good to see ya again."
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*tired of having well liked characters, here's some potential pieces of [GP]*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shippingni container
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Loriche is roaming the wilderness, looking for something to salvage.
Riotan is just wandering the world, looking for trouble.
Thirteen is seated, writing as usual, cat on shoulder.
She sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
Loriche heads over and takes out her pick, considering trying to harvest metal from the container, yet not sure whether or not River would go for her if she tried.
Rio strolls by. “What’s the matter with you?”
Thirteen jumps a bit, surprised. “G-goodness… don’t scare me like that…”
River sighs and gets up, coming out of the container and stretching. He's somewhat tall with shaggy hair and round glasses
"Just.. tryin to decide when to face Mama.. you?"
"Sorry, buddy. Good to see ya again."
“Hey there sir!” She waves to him.
”My fiancé is gonna be in court with his ex-husband on the day of our wedding…”
“Ah yes, I recall now. Apologies, I didn’t remember you initially, my dear lad.”
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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.
*tired of having well liked characters, here's some potential pieces of [GP]*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shippingni container
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Loriche is roaming the wilderness, looking for something to salvage.
Riotan is just wandering the world, looking for trouble.
Thirteen is seated, writing as usual, cat on shoulder.
She sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
Loriche heads over and takes out her pick, considering trying to harvest metal from the container, yet not sure whether or not River would go for her if she tried.
Rio strolls by. “What’s the matter with you?”
Thirteen jumps a bit, surprised. “G-goodness… don’t scare me like that…”
River sighs and gets up, coming out of the container and stretching. He's somewhat tall with shaggy hair and round glasses
"Just.. tryin to decide when to face Mama.. you?"
"Sorry, buddy. Good to see ya again."
“Hey there sir!” She waves to him.
”My fiancé is gonna be in court with his ex-husband on the day of our wedding…”
“Ah yes, I recall now. Apologies, I didn’t remember you initially, my dear lad.”
"Hey, buddy!" he smiles, a bit hollow. "You're out a long ways."
"Unfortunate. how come, pal?"
"Aww, ya got my pride hurtin'.." he laughs
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"Hey, buddy!" he smiles, a bit hollow. "You're out a long ways."
"Unfortunate. how come, pal?"
"Aww, ya got my pride hurtin'.." he laughs
“Yeah. I live out here. You?”
He shrugs. “Hate. Spite. Lingering affection, maybe?”
“Apologies. How are you?”
"I live here too, just moved only recently though.. Whats the crime rate like?"
She whistles and taps her foot, jangling. "Darn heavy.. Hopefully it all works out for ya."
"Enchanted now, who's this lovely dear? She's simply adorable." he sits down on the side of him that caramel is on.
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"Hey, buddy!" he smiles, a bit hollow. "You're out a long ways."
"Unfortunate. how come, pal?"
"Aww, ya got my pride hurtin'.." he laughs
“Yeah. I live out here. You?”
He shrugs. “Hate. Spite. Lingering affection, maybe?”
“Apologies. How are you?”
"I live here too, just moved only recently though.. Whats the crime rate like?"
She whistles and taps her foot, jangling. "Darn heavy.. Hopefully it all works out for ya."
"Enchanted now, who's this lovely dear? She's simply adorable." he sits down on the side of him that caramel is on.
“Pretty high, I’d assume.” She shrugs.
”Yeah. It’ll be quite the day, I guess.”
Caramel nuzzles up against his hand. “This is my familiar, Caramel. She’s the only living thing aside from Azuth that can beat me at chess.”
"Good, good... for the bounty hunters, anyway.." he kinda lifts up his heels.
"Well, I seen ya with that ex drug boy, helpin' him out.. I know he'd like ya just the same if things with your other half go sour."
"Such a fine young lady, and with wonderful manners." he smiles, petting her a bit.
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*sure thing! also i responded to our previous rp if you want to keep that going*
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 sees the container, double deckered as it is, two floors, and river inside sitting at a desk
Annabelle sighs and sits on a barrel outside
Will claps his other shoulder, smiliing
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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)
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She seems a little surprised by the offer, “Oh, didn’t know we were that close.” She says jokingly “Of course I would, though I may have to leave a little early, as I’m planning my own.”
She takes the glass necklace from them as tears begin to form in her eyes, unprepared for such a beautiful gift. She immediately puts it on, looking down at it, “I’m… thank you… Mala…” She gets up and leans in to give them a kiss on the beak.
*I don’t got too long, but I’ll do what I can man, how you been?*
“Congratshulatshionsh.”
She hugs you close, wrapping her wings around you.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh is Merabelle that lovely woman that healed me back from the brink of death? I’ve had trouble remembering recently, though I have been recovering, don’t worry. What could we possibly do? Perhaps we could work on your mannequins? I have become strong enough to fight them back to death, or at least I would assume so.” He says, cracking his neck and flexing his arms.
“She seemed worried, and wanted all the orphans back at the orphanage, she began setting up some kind of wards or something. I don’t know.” He puts them down outside the orphanage.
“Don’t talk with stuff in your mouth. Thank you.”
She leans into them, letting her tears flow, her spear falling out of her hands.
Loriche heads over and takes out her pick, considering trying to harvest metal from the container, yet not sure whether or not Rivers would go for her if she tried.
Rio strolls by. “What’s the matter with you?”
Thirteen jumps a bit, surprised. “G-goodness… don’t scare me like that…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*And with that I have to go, goodnight my loves.*
*hiii I dropped new folks*
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“Alright.” He swallows hard. “Hey, I tore off your mouth a while back, didn’t I?”
Mala eases her down to sit. “I’m glad you like it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
River sighs and gets up, coming out of the container and stretching. He's somewhat tall with shaggy hair and round glasses
"Just.. tryin to decide when to face Mama.. you?"
"Sorry, buddy. Good to see ya again."
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“Hey there sir!” She waves to him.
”My fiancé is gonna be in court with his ex-husband on the day of our wedding…”
“Ah yes, I recall now. Apologies, I didn’t remember you initially, my dear lad.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hey, buddy!" he smiles, a bit hollow. "You're out a long ways."
"Unfortunate. how come, pal?"
"Aww, ya got my pride hurtin'.." he laughs
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2-13-25
“Yeah. I live out here. You?”
He shrugs. “Hate. Spite. Lingering affection, maybe?”
“Apologies. How are you?”
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 live here too, just moved only recently though.. Whats the crime rate like?"
She whistles and taps her foot, jangling. "Darn heavy.. Hopefully it all works out for ya."
"Enchanted now, who's this lovely dear? She's simply adorable." he sits down on the side of him that caramel is on.
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“Pretty high, I’d assume.” She shrugs.
”Yeah. It’ll be quite the day, I guess.”
Caramel nuzzles up against his hand. “This is my familiar, Caramel. She’s the only living thing aside from Azuth that can beat me at chess.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Good, good... for the bounty hunters, anyway.." he kinda lifts up his heels.
"Well, I seen ya with that ex drug boy, helpin' him out.. I know he'd like ya just the same if things with your other half go sour."
"Such a fine young lady, and with wonderful manners." he smiles, petting her a bit.
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2-13-25
Drilin is chilling in the town centre
An ocelot-like tabaxi is asleep on the awning of a shop
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*Good morning.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]