*Oh god, this is my first time doing one of these multiple characters in one post but different conversations thing that I see all the cool taverners doing*
"Fine is better than bad. And at least you are not crippled over crying yes." He whistles, "Would you like to come along with me on a stroll?"
"You sure? Cause dudeeeee, you don't got that fervor you usually have. Are you bored?"
*congrats :)*
"Sure." he says, sighing
"Just preoccupied."
"Then come along. I'm hoping to spot a sprite." Whistler begins walking, stopping to wait for Mars to catch up, "I don't believe you've told me your name."
"Do I get to know what about? Is it angsty? Are you missing something? If it's a sock I swear it wasn't me, there's some entity hiding in the washing machine that I can't exorcise."
*Oh god, this is my first time doing one of these multiple characters in one post but different conversations thing that I see all the cool taverners doing*
"Fine is better than bad. And at least you are not crippled over crying yes." He whistles, "Would you like to come along with me on a stroll?"
"You sure? Cause dudeeeee, you don't got that fervor you usually have. Are you bored?"
*congrats :)*
"Sure." he says, sighing
"Just preoccupied."
"Then come along. I'm hoping to spot a sprite." Whistler begins walking, stopping to wait for Mars to catch up, "I don't believe you've told me your name."
"Do I get to know what about? Is it angsty? Are you missing something? If it's a sock I swear it wasn't me, there's some entity hiding in the washing machine that I can't exorcise."
"I am Mars."
"No, its dumb Kinsley."
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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.
Sytosc tosses a fish over to them. It is slightly larger than a minnow.
"It's for me. Watching others indulge is one of the ways I can feed. I get even more sustenance when it causes guilt, so I fill my table with particularly unhealthy -yet incredibly delicious- food."
He nods. "It was quick. Morale is important, and if people see that I'm getting things done it makes them feel better."
Tidus bats it with his paw and beams "A fine catch sir!"
"Hm.." he said and thought for a moment "Have you ever tried another approach to it?" He asks, not condemning but rather curious.
"For you new employees?" She asked, raising a brow.
Sycost smiles. "It's all yours if you want it."
"That's what the carnival was for."
"They're not employees. They're temps. I gave them the easiest jobs on whatever schedule they want."
"I am Whistler. An honor to meet you." He tilts his head in a nod, "I've given some thought to your situation, it sounds similar to other stories I've heard. But I assume you don't want to talk about that?"
"And for some reason this dumb thing caused your mood to change."
Sytosc tosses a fish over to them. It is slightly larger than a minnow.
"It's for me. Watching others indulge is one of the ways I can feed. I get even more sustenance when it causes guilt, so I fill my table with particularly unhealthy -yet incredibly delicious- food."
He nods. "It was quick. Morale is important, and if people see that I'm getting things done it makes them feel better."
Tidus bats it with his paw and beams "A fine catch sir!"
"Hm.." he said and thought for a moment "Have you ever tried another approach to it?" He asks, not condemning but rather curious.
"For you new employees?" She asked, raising a brow.
Sycost smiles. "It's all yours if you want it."
"That's what the carnival was for."
"They're not employees. They're temps. I gave them the easiest jobs on whatever schedule they want."
Tidus shakes his head "I would much rather you have it. You out in the effort to catch it and you deserve to rewarded for said work."
"Yes.." he murmurs "A feast does seem like good way, people are tempted to eat"
"I am Whistler. An honor to meet you." He tilts his head in a nod, "I've given some thought to your situation, it sounds similar to other stories I've heard. But I assume you don't want to talk about that?"
"And for some reason this dumb thing caused your mood to change."
"No. I dont."
He nods
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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.
"So it isn't dumb. Theren everything is dumb, everything can be stupid, everyone is some form of an idiot, but sometimes dumb things aren't something to brush off y'know? You can't throw a problem under a rug, try to forget it, only to end up tripping over it one day again."
*YOU KNOW WHAT! NO! I FEEL LIKE BEING CHAOS INCARNATE. Im shutting down the other rps ive got goin on rn for this*
A small squad, maybe 6 or 7, troopers wearing all black with long blaster rifles are walking through the swamp. Their radio chatter is little to none as they continue marching. Their once pristine black armor is now covered in mud and battle scars.
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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.
*YOU KNOW WHAT! NO! I FEEL LIKE BEING CHAOS INCARNATE. Im shutting down the other rps ive got goin on rn for this*
A small squad, maybe 6 or 7, troopers wearing all black with long blaster rifles are walking through the swamp. Their radio chatter is little to none as they continue marching. Their once pristine black armor is now covered in mud and battle scars.
Cassandra watches curiously from the edge of the swamp, Dregs floating around her shoulder
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"I...ok..look, i just dont feel good about myself."
"My dead son and wife."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hi i'm, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*rp?*
psychopath ^-^
"May I ask why?" She said.
"Ah." Tidus nods and looks to the grave, bowing his head in respect.
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
"Then come along. I'm hoping to spot a sprite." Whistler begins walking, stopping to wait for Mars to catch up, "I don't believe you've told me your name."
"Do I get to know what about? Is it angsty? Are you missing something? If it's a sock I swear it wasn't me, there's some entity hiding in the washing machine that I can't exorcise."
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"I feel like a failure.."
Hanzos golden eyes burn with an inner hatred
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am Mars."
"No, its dumb Kinsley."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sycost smiles. "It's all yours if you want it."
"That's what the carnival was for."
"They're not employees. They're temps. I gave them the easiest jobs on whatever schedule they want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well I can put that rest right now." She smiled and kissed his forehead "You aren't a failure. You never were."
Tidus looks up and tilts his head.
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
"Well I can put that rest right now." She smiled and kissed his forehead "You aren't a failure. You never were."
Tidus looks up and tilts his head.
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
"I am Whistler. An honor to meet you." He tilts his head in a nod, "I've given some thought to your situation, it sounds similar to other stories I've heard. But I assume you don't want to talk about that?"
"And for some reason this dumb thing caused your mood to change."
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Theren clenches his fist. "I didn't save Alric..."
"I will avenge you." he murmurs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tidus shakes his head "I would much rather you have it. You out in the effort to catch it and you deserve to rewarded for said work."
"Yes.." he murmurs "A feast does seem like good way, people are tempted to eat"
"Temps stands for temporaries yes?" She asked.
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
"No. I dont."
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Understandable. How long have you been a god?"
"So it isn't dumb. Theren everything is dumb, everything can be stupid, everyone is some form of an idiot, but sometimes dumb things aren't something to brush off y'know? You can't throw a problem under a rug, try to forget it, only to end up tripping over it one day again."
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"It's too small for me to eat. You would enjoy it much more."
"The smell has been engineered to be overwhelming. Even the most chaste or well-fed individuals will be tempted."
"Correct. They chose to take this job temporarily as opposed to actually applying and getting a steady position."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*YOU KNOW WHAT! NO! I FEEL LIKE BEING CHAOS INCARNATE. Im shutting down the other rps ive got goin on rn for this*
A small squad, maybe 6 or 7, troopers wearing all black with long blaster rifles are walking through the swamp. Their radio chatter is little to none as they continue marching. Their once pristine black armor is now covered in mud and battle scars.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am returned, and I bring a intro with me soon*
Cassandra watches curiously from the edge of the swamp, Dregs floating around her shoulder