*I am also back, and I've been inspired by ENA from Dream BBQ*
*i've been inspired by KISS*
*wanna RP?*
*You know I do, start new or continue old?*
*honestly, new. also, Jax would have been killed if Marie couldn't perform a 3rd level healing spell*
*Can I have Johnny and two others?*
*Luckily, she can now, so he’s gonna be fine, at least for now.*
Johnny is lovingly loading shells into his sweetheart, sitting on the roof of the Inn, smiling to himself.
Thane is sitting in the Inn, holding their young one, who would’ve grown quite a bit up to now.
Antonio is outside of the Padfoot household, working out and trying to look his best for his eventual wedding.
She croons, glowing a bit
*wowsa I forgot about them. I think the hatchling is... hold on*
He hears the sound of drums crashing from nearby
*Dude I legit forgot too, I wanted to bring him back for so long.*
He runs his hand along the barrel, humming as he looks down at them, “Look at you, perfect in every way.” (I imagine when he senses Matilda’s presence, he actually sees her as someone.)
He stops his workout for a moment, curiosity taking over as he checks it out.
*I am also back, and I've been inspired by ENA from Dream BBQ*
*i've been inspired by KISS*
*wanna RP?*
*You know I do, start new or continue old?*
*honestly, new. also, Jax would have been killed if Marie couldn't perform a 3rd level healing spell*
*Can I have Johnny and two others?*
*Luckily, she can now, so he’s gonna be fine, at least for now.*
Johnny is lovingly loading shells into his sweetheart, sitting on the roof of the Inn, smiling to himself.
Thane is sitting in the Inn, holding their young one, who would’ve grown quite a bit up to now.
Antonio is outside of the Padfoot household, working out and trying to look his best for his eventual wedding.
She croons, glowing a bit
*wowsa I forgot about them. I think the hatchling is... hold on*
He hears the sound of drums crashing from nearby
*Dude I legit forgot too, I wanted to bring him back for so long.*
He runs his hand along the barrel, humming as he looks down at them, “Look at you, perfect in every way.” (I imagine when he senses Matilda’s presence, he actually sees her as someone.)
He stops his workout for a moment, curiosity taking over as he checks it out.
*I found it! Reicenius*
"Ya ain't so bad yerself, Johnny, dear." her barrel is oddly warm (Short scraggly insane girl with fluffy pink hair and a rougue's outfit is how I imagine her)
Recenius is sitting next to what he's come to know as his father, talking as well as a boy of about 9 would
Sitting at the drum kit is a tall and lanky-limbed black fox-kind with long and curly hair, reminiscent of a 70s rocker cut. He plays expertly
(That sounds absolutely perfect to me.) He looks down at the gun, and to his side at the projection of her his mind holds, “Matilda, may I ask why you are warm, dear?”
He smiles down at them, patting their head, raising them as his own, though he’s grown afraid that their true parents may take Recenius away from him now.
He walks over and listens to them play, crossing his arms and smiling politely at them, waiting for them to finish playing so that he can speak.
"Ya ain't so bad yerself, Johnny, dear." her barrel is oddly warm (Short scraggly insane girl with fluffy pink hair and a rougue's outfit is how I imagine her)
Recenius is sitting next to what he's come to know as his father, talking as well as a boy of about 9 would
Sitting at the drum kit is a tall and lanky-limbed black fox-kind with long and curly hair, reminiscent of a 70s rocker cut. He plays expertly
(That sounds absolutely perfect to me.) He looks down at the gun, and to his side at the projection of her his mind holds, “Matilda, may I ask why you are warm, dear?”
He smiles down at them, patting their head, raising them as his own, though he’s grown afraid that their true parents may take Recenius away from him now.
He walks over and listens to them play, crossing his arms and smiling politely at them, waiting for them to finish playing so that he can speak.
"Usually am." his imagination of her form would shrug
"Dad, what's ale?" he asks, pointing at the menu
He ends with a cymbal and tom flourish, setting down the sticks and panting a bit from the effort.
He shrugs, continuing to polish them with a loving and gentle hand until they shine.
He thinks for a moment, before smiling “A drink that helps people ferget bad things, not good fer ya though.”
He applauds the playing with a smile “You’re good at drums, are you in a band?”
"Ya ain't so bad yerself, Johnny, dear." her barrel is oddly warm (Short scraggly insane girl with fluffy pink hair and a rougue's outfit is how I imagine her)
Recenius is sitting next to what he's come to know as his father, talking as well as a boy of about 9 would
Sitting at the drum kit is a tall and lanky-limbed black fox-kind with long and curly hair, reminiscent of a 70s rocker cut. He plays expertly
(That sounds absolutely perfect to me.) He looks down at the gun, and to his side at the projection of her his mind holds, “Matilda, may I ask why you are warm, dear?”
He smiles down at them, patting their head, raising them as his own, though he’s grown afraid that their true parents may take Recenius away from him now.
He walks over and listens to them play, crossing his arms and smiling politely at them, waiting for them to finish playing so that he can speak.
"Usually am." his imagination of her form would shrug
"Dad, what's ale?" he asks, pointing at the menu
He ends with a cymbal and tom flourish, setting down the sticks and panting a bit from the effort.
He shrugs, continuing to polish them with a loving and gentle hand until they shine.
He thinks for a moment, before smiling “A drink that helps people ferget bad things, not good fer ya though.”
He applauds the playing with a smile “You’re good at drums, are you in a band?”
Him and his coping brain would feel a hug that's not really there.
"It wipes your memory?! How do people drink that stuff?.." he sounds bewildered
"I used to be, you probably heard of the band but not me." he laughs, throwing his hair back
He smiles and hugs the air back, “What do you want to do today, kill someone?”
He laughs and pats their head, “I know as much as ya do, son. I haven’t figured out why just yet.”
“You are good enough to do this whole thing on you own anyway. I’m Antonio, nice to meet you.”
*It's a downward spiral, time you felt A little hell up in the helter-skelter, No help or shelter! Board the ride, Don't you know you gotta be this tall to die?!*
*Anyway, I'm going to make a monstersona and possibly a College of Whistles Bard.*
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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.
*It's a downward spiral, time you felt A little hell up in the helter-skelter, No help or shelter! Board the ride, Don't you know you gotta be this tall to die?!*
*Anyway, I'm going to make a monstersona and possibly a College of Whistles Bard.*
*Hey Baalze, sounds awesome, love bards in every flavor, even vanilla, they are just so fun to play and see others play, I get to be as eccentric as I want with them.*
*You know I do, start new or continue old?*
*Luckily, she can now, so he’s gonna be fine, at least for now.*
Johnny is lovingly loading shells into his sweetheart, sitting on the roof of the Inn, smiling to himself.
Thane is sitting in the Inn, holding their young one, who would’ve grown quite a bit up to now.
Antonio is outside of the Padfoot household, working out and trying to look his best for his eventual wedding.
*Dude I legit forgot too, I wanted to bring him back for so long.*
He runs his hand along the barrel, humming as he looks down at them, “Look at you, perfect in every way.” (I imagine when he senses Matilda’s presence, he actually sees her as someone.)
He stops his workout for a moment, curiosity taking over as he checks it out.
(That sounds absolutely perfect to me.) He looks down at the gun, and to his side at the projection of her his mind holds, “Matilda, may I ask why you are warm, dear?”
He smiles down at them, patting their head, raising them as his own, though he’s grown afraid that their true parents may take Recenius away from him now.
He walks over and listens to them play, crossing his arms and smiling politely at them, waiting for them to finish playing so that he can speak.
He shrugs, continuing to polish them with a loving and gentle hand until they shine.
He thinks for a moment, before smiling “A drink that helps people ferget bad things, not good fer ya though.”
He applauds the playing with a smile “You’re good at drums, are you in a band?”
He smiles and hugs the air back, “What do you want to do today, kill someone?”
He laughs and pats their head, “I know as much as ya do, son. I haven’t figured out why just yet.”
“You are good enough to do this whole thing on you own anyway. I’m Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He lies down on the edge of the Inn roof, stroking the barrel, “You’ll taste blood again soon, my dear.”
He thinks about his answer for a moment, “Sometimes, but never enough ta ferget anythin’, I don’t wanna ferget.”
He takes the hand, his eyes widening as he does recognize the band, “KISS, meeting you is huge then.”
*It's a downward spiral, time you felt
A little hell up in the helter-skelter,
No help or shelter!
Board the ride,
Don't you know you gotta be this tall to die?!*
*Anyway, I'm going to make a monstersona and possibly a College of Whistles Bard.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Baalze, sounds awesome, love bards in every flavor, even vanilla, they are just so fun to play and see others play, I get to be as eccentric as I want with them.*
He begins aiming down the scope, looking for someone to kill, before finding someone, smiling “Perfect.”
Thane hugs them back, kissing their forehead, thinking about his life as a single father.
“I won’t lie and say that I have, sorry, an honor to meet you either way.”
Zack’s brains splatter and a rush of ecstasy runs through the both of them from killing, sighing happily.
“We have already done our workout for the day, have you eaten dinner?”
“Yeah, I’ve got dreams, why?”