“Anything for you Matilda.” He smiles brightly, and looks for another person to shoot.
“Ah, good, yer learnin’.” He says, patting their head and lying next to them on the grass.
“If you say so, I should probably get back, thanks for the lesson.” He stands up.
None in sight.
He finishes the bowl and tries to rinse it
"You're welcome, anytime. See ya 'round."
He sighs, “Maybe more kills tomorrow, what until then?”
He helps them with that, looming over them with his sharp smile.
He walks off, waving and going home. (Good end, anyone else?)
"I have no earthly idea."
He smiles, laying down in the grass when he's done
(not for now, since ya gotta go soon)
*I do have to go soon, you’ve got it down by now.*
He thinks about something, “I might have an idea, this should be temporary.” He takes out a knife.
They cradle them in their arms like he did when they were younger, “Love you, son.”
A confusion lingers about her spirit
"I love you too, dad!" he smiles, getting cozy
He stabs himself in the gut, dropping after a moment of bleeding, flickering before turning into a ghost, or at least a temporary one, his wound healing immediately.
They keep them warm with their golden glowing scales.
*Do I want to introduce Scottish Bipolar Pirate boi or Zealot of Peace and Love Cleric.*
*ohhhh this is an impossible choice…*
*the Zealot was once an extreme Christian and lived under a strict household where gay was bad, being different was bad, etc. He hated himself to the point of self harm. He was trapped in a church fire and then, while healing, he had a religious experience where God forgave him for hating himself. He left his home and began being a preacher that God loved all, not just a few.*
*The Scottish pirate I heavily based off of Soap McTavish from Call Of Duty. He is merciful but extremely insane, one moment seeming calm but the next he is in extreme mania.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Do I want to introduce Scottish Bipolar Pirate boi or Zealot of Peace and Love Cleric.*
*ohhhh this is an impossible choice…*
*the Zealot was once an extreme Christian and lived under a strict household where gay was bad, being different was bad, etc. He hated himself to the point of self harm. He was trapped in a church fire and then, while healing, he had a religious experience where God forgave him for hating himself. He left his home and began being a preacher that God loved all, not just a few.*
*The Scottish pirate I heavily based off of Soap McTavish from Call Of Duty. He is merciful but extremely insane, one moment seeming calm but the next he is in extreme mania.*
*hmmmm*
*i guess it depends on what kind of story you want to go through today*
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Do I want to introduce Scottish Bipolar Pirate boi or Zealot of Peace and Love Cleric.*
*ohhhh this is an impossible choice…*
*the Zealot was once an extreme Christian and lived under a strict household where gay was bad, being different was bad, etc. He hated himself to the point of self harm. He was trapped in a church fire and then, while healing, he had a religious experience where God forgave him for hating himself. He left his home and began being a preacher that God loved all, not just a few.*
*The Scottish pirate I heavily based off of Soap McTavish from Call Of Duty. He is merciful but extremely insane, one moment seeming calm but the next he is in extreme mania.*
*hmmmm*
*i guess it depends on what kind of story you want to go through today*
*B O T h*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Good morning. Im so tired. So forgive bad interactions and spelling mistakes please*
Theren is feeling rather sick today, despite that he's elbow deep in dirt, repotting and replanting his flowers.
Leo is outside breathing some fresh air as he tinkers on Festus. The mechanic looks exhausted as he works.
Heath is sitting in a field near the orphanage. He is catching small bugs when he can.
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
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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.
He sighs, “Maybe more kills tomorrow, what until then?”
He helps them with that, looming over them with his sharp smile.
He walks off, waving and going home. (Good end, anyone else?)
*I do have to go soon, you’ve got it down by now.*
He thinks about something, “I might have an idea, this should be temporary.” He takes out a knife.
They cradle them in their arms like he did when they were younger, “Love you, son.”
He stabs himself in the gut, dropping after a moment of bleeding, flickering before turning into a ghost, or at least a temporary one, his wound healing immediately.
They keep them warm with their golden glowing scales.
*Do I want to introduce Scottish Bipolar Pirate boi or Zealot of Peace and Love Cleric.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ohhhh this is an impossible choice…*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Do you think you could stop that, please? It’s rather distracting.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*the Zealot was once an extreme Christian and lived under a strict household where gay was bad, being different was bad, etc. He hated himself to the point of self harm. He was trapped in a church fire and then, while healing, he had a religious experience where God forgave him for hating himself. He left his home and began being a preacher that God loved all, not just a few.*
*The Scottish pirate I heavily based off of Soap McTavish from Call Of Duty. He is merciful but extremely insane, one moment seeming calm but the next he is in extreme mania.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hmmmm*
*i guess it depends on what kind of story you want to go through today*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*B O T h*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning. Im so tired. So forgive bad interactions and spelling mistakes please*
Theren is feeling rather sick today, despite that he's elbow deep in dirt, repotting and replanting his flowers.
Leo is outside breathing some fresh air as he tinkers on Festus. The mechanic looks exhausted as he works.
Heath is sitting in a field near the orphanage. He is catching small bugs when he can.
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey everybody, I’m here now maybe, not sure yet.*
*I don’t blame you for a second dude, take care of yourself man. Sorry I missed this.*
They feel someone nearby watching them, it doesn’t feel like an evil presence, just, watching, waiting.
They happen to run into Tim who is doing something similar, clinging to his magic book as he bumps into them, “S-sorry.”
*all good*
Leo looks around, a frown on his face.
"I-i-its okay..." he mumbles, holding his jars close
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suddenly he feels a hand on his shoulder.
He looks down to his feet, he’s got some jars of his own with bugs Heath hasn’t seen yet.
Leo spins, hammer in hand.
"W-where'd you find them..?" he asks, pointing at the jars
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man is standing there, older, around his late 40s or early 50s, he looks like Ana, smiling at them. Ana’s father.
He looks back up, holding out the jars “I used magic to get them to come to me!” He says, proud of himself.
A light fire flickers on his fingers. "Who are you?"
Heath's jaw drops. "Woah..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.