"Thank you very much." He speaks softly, completely different from the shouting singing voice he was using before. "How are you doing?"
"Honestly? I always feel better during a concert, but the usual sad stuff in my head's coming back. How about you?"
"I'm a little worried. I usually wait out the hottest part of the day underground, but the heat has baked the ground too hard for my fingers. I spent too long gathering apples, and now I have to find somewhere else to stay." He reaches out and takes Mac's hand. "You don't have to be sad, friend." The sweet scent grows stronger. Make a WIS save vs 34
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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.
As the scent reaches her, she feels a faint reassurance. It's just a song. There's no need to panic. After the song ends, the singer seems to disappear under the rain of money and flowers. She feels an increased comfort as he appears through the crowd in front of her, grinning. There's something fundamentally wrong with him that she can't place. Like you got all the pieces of a human, but didn't connect them, just left them floating in place. But that doesn't matter, the pheromones tell her. This is a friend.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He sounds slightly nervous, as though he had some anxiety coming to talk to her.
(She is not required to listen to the pheromones, it's just what is being communicated)
The ex-pirate waves to him "Uh... hello? My name is Mint, you?"
"My name is Otto. Otto Ferry Jr." He gives a little bow. "How are you feeling?" A crow lands on his head.
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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.
As the scent reaches her, she feels a faint reassurance. It's just a song. There's no need to panic. After the song ends, the singer seems to disappear under the rain of money and flowers. She feels an increased comfort as he appears through the crowd in front of her, grinning. There's something fundamentally wrong with him that she can't place. Like you got all the pieces of a human, but didn't connect them, just left them floating in place. But that doesn't matter, the pheromones tell her. This is a friend.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He sounds slightly nervous, as though he had some anxiety coming to talk to her.
(She is not required to listen to the pheromones, it's just what is being communicated)
The ex-pirate waves to him "Uh... hello? My name is Mint, you?"
"My name is Otto. Otto Ferry Jr." He gives a little bow. "How are you feeling?" A crow lands on his head.
"I'm a little worried. I usually wait out the hottest part of the day underground, but the heat has baked the ground too hard for my fingers. I spent too long gathering apples, and now I have to find somewhere else to stay." He reaches out and takes Mac's hand. "You don't have to be sad, friend." The sweet scent grows stronger. Make a WIS save vs 32
"Oh, that doesnt sound nice.. How many apples did you pick?" he smiles and takes their hand in both of his paws, autofailing the wisdom save
He feels better. That's all the save does. After all, he's talking with a good friend.
"I picked thirteen. Most weren't of edible quality, so I left them on the ground. Bugs love apples, and they aren't as picky as I am." He begins to lead Mac toward the tavern. "I really enjoy apples. They're very versatile if you know how to use them. Once when I was little, I made an apple pie in a teacup! My father taught me not to do that anymore. He said it was wasteful and hit me with his belt." He looks up, then points with his free hand. "Hey, lookie." There are vultures circling overhead. "That's a good omen."
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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.
"I'm a little worried. I usually wait out the hottest part of the day underground, but the heat has baked the ground too hard for my fingers. I spent too long gathering apples, and now I have to find somewhere else to stay." He reaches out and takes Mac's hand. "You don't have to be sad, friend." The sweet scent grows stronger. Make a WIS save vs 34
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem.*
She calls Sandstorm over with a whistle, catching them in her arms.
“Now we can drink together, though.”
“Because… he couldn’t, he wanted a better life fer ya, and that was with me. He’s yer father, not yer dad.”
"My name is Otto. Otto Ferry Jr." He gives a little bow. "How are you feeling?" A crow lands on his head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Okay. Why do you ask?" The tabaxi blinks
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Anyone want my space tomboy tabaxi?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I did intro a new character if you wanna rp?*
*Okay :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Because I'm not happy unless everyone around me is. It's a bad trait, but others seem to like it." Another one lands on his shoulder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*does sound fun :>*
She just nods and makes an 'ah' noise. "I assume those crows are your... pets?... what are their names?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*e*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okie! Would you like to intro first?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Henlo :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He feels better. That's all the save does. After all, he's talking with a good friend.
"I picked thirteen. Most weren't of edible quality, so I left them on the ground. Bugs love apples, and they aren't as picky as I am." He begins to lead Mac toward the tavern. "I really enjoy apples. They're very versatile if you know how to use them. Once when I was little, I made an apple pie in a teacup! My father taught me not to do that anymore. He said it was wasteful and hit me with his belt." He looks up, then points with his free hand. "Hey, lookie." There are vultures circling overhead. "That's a good omen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*starring Jobah as Jobah*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Want me to reintroduce ‘em?*