Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
*Sure, i'll give you my new autistic boy. he's like a mix of Jack and James. owt else?*
A younger adult male sits in the corner booth with his knees up to his chest, cloaked in batman pajamas and a sketchbook and crayon in paw. he's a grey wolf with blue highlights in his hair to match his eyes, and a relatively small stature.
*Probably, don't know who I want, do you mind picking?*
Loo, the stugel, sits down across from them. He looks down at them for a moment, before taking the cigar he had out of his mouth and cleaning some remaining blood off of his hands, he wouldn't want to traumatize any youths, despite not being very old himself, rather young actually.
Lacai is polishing his cart
Xavier is working on his prosthetic
Hylem looks at Loo briefly, going back to coloring.
Detective Bluebell, looking newly fixed up with the help from Atticus, walks over to the cart, looking down at little Lacai with strange eyes, almost human, but not close enough to be mistaken for one.
They feel a cold hand press against their back, and fangs slide into the ports on their neck.
He looks down with a friendly smile "What are you drawing? Or may I not know?" He speaks with respect, though just enough.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Ahh-mmm...mmm." he tenses at first, relaxing eventually
He turns the sketchbook around. the drawing is incohesive.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
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"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
*sure*
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"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
"I don't keep books, unfortunately."
He holds her face, chirping. "Hello, my loves."
He shrugs, laughing.
He sighs, arms going slack “It’s okay, nice to meet you.”
“I could just… eat you up.” She shivers happily, kissing them again.
“Well, I enjoy it nonetheless, I’m Loo, Loo Stonebreak.”
"You too." he holds out his left paw
He squeals, laughing. "Oh nooooo."
His eyes light up and he gets to drawing again. after a while, he hands them a drawing of them, depicted as breaking a stone wall with their name at the bottom of the page.
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
*yess*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, arms going slack “It’s okay, nice to meet you.”
“I could just… eat you up.” She shivers happily, kissing them again.
“Well, I enjoy it nonetheless, I’m Loo, Loo Stonebreak.”
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
*sure*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”