So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anybody here? If not, I’ll just intro these now with nothing better to do.*
Detective Bluebell has gotten closer to perfectly replicating the human appearance, it he doesn’t smile he almost can’t be distinguished from anyone else, looking like an actual, ruggedly handsome detective, sitting outside of what will become his place of work.
Loo is going for a walk around the town after drowning someone at the docks, another assassin sent after him. He’s smoking a cigar and muttering to himself about something, eyes tired from something.
Pimento is doing his hair at the Lord’s Rest Inn, using shampoo, conditioner, his comb, this man isn’t going to let his hair look back for one day as he scrubs vigorously to get rid of whatever is within that he doesn’t like.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
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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.
“I do, and even Sylvia’s helping me get it all done, it’ll just take a few more days then we can leave.”
Once he’s done, he puts his dishes away, “I’ll be going now, if that’s okay.”
“If it has ta do with ya hurtin’ yerself ‘er somethin’, we ain’t doin’ it.”
*gtg soon.*
"That can be debated." He laughs "Anything I can do for you to put a smile on your face?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He snuggles into the comfortable environment of bath with beloved.
He leaves them with a wave.
“Not happening, I’ll sooner die.” She leans against them, wrapping her tail around them.
Once he’s clean he gets out of the tub and hugs her.
She clings tightly to them, wiping away their tears, “We have to enjoy the time we have, sweetheart, I’m sorry it’s this way.”
*Mornin’ everyone, I may or may not be here.*
(Morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anybody here? If not, I’ll just intro these now with nothing better to do.*
Detective Bluebell has gotten closer to perfectly replicating the human appearance, it he doesn’t smile he almost can’t be distinguished from anyone else, looking like an actual, ruggedly handsome detective, sitting outside of what will become his place of work.
Loo is going for a walk around the town after drowning someone at the docks, another assassin sent after him. He’s smoking a cigar and muttering to himself about something, eyes tired from something.
Pimento is doing his hair at the Lord’s Rest Inn, using shampoo, conditioner, his comb, this man isn’t going to let his hair look back for one day as he scrubs vigorously to get rid of whatever is within that he doesn’t like.
*Good Morning*
Theren is sitting in his garden, sipping some coffee and looking exhausted.
X is munching on a cinnamon roll while sitting on a roof, kicking his legs and jealously watching couples.
Leo is irritated as he fixes Festus's brand new wings, grumbling about bad calibrations.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Mornin’ buddy.*
Tresa sits next to them, noticing their jealous gaze, and seemingly having an idea from it as she kicks her own legs and licks some ice cream.
Ana is helping as much as she is allowed to, though her pregnancy is progressing quite quickly.
*how are you?*
X finishes his cinnamon roll and cracks his back.
"Ana, dear, go rest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Tired, but that’s nothing new.*
“X… are you lonely?” She asks, looking up at them and tilting her head.
“Leo, you should be getting my help.” She says, leaning against a chair for support.
*Fair enough*
He sighs and nods. "Yeah...."
"You are pregnant. Relax dear..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*How about you, dude?*
She hugs their side, holding up her ice cream to them, “Then I’ll help you get whoever you want.”
She scoffs, “I’m fine, dear.” She sits down still.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, sleepy*
"Huh? How?"
"Thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.