A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, riding a wagon and surrounded by butterflies. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow.
His waist-length fluffy white hair blows around in the wind as his mechanical wagon screeches to a halt. The vendor's window opens up. A mobile sweets shop. The words "UNCLE PASTEL'S" gleam in buzzing, colorful electric lights on the front of the cart as the pipes on top musically puff out brightly-colored smoke like a calliope. The clouds of sweet-smelling smoke begin to rain candy, which drifts down slowly and disappears when it hits the ground
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, riding a wagon and surrounded by butterflies. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow.
His waist-length fluffy white hair blows around in the wind as his mechanical wagon screeches to a halt. The vendor's window opens up. A mobile sweets shop. The words "UNCLE PASTEL'S" gleam in buzzing, colorful electric lights on the front of the cart as the pipes on top musically puff out brightly-colored smoke like a calliope. The clouds of sweet-smelling smoke begin to rain candy, which drifts down slowly and disappears when it hits the ground
*Of course, I simply must bring them back.*
A little girl, with skin the color of amber, watches the carriage pass by. She gets a small grin on her face and runs over to where two other figures sit on a blanket. A barrel-chested man with a dog-like head and a figure of sorts buried under layers and layers of robes and cloaks.
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, riding a wagon and surrounded by butterflies. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow.
His waist-length fluffy white hair blows around in the wind as his mechanical wagon screeches to a halt. The vendor's window opens up. A mobile sweets shop. The words "UNCLE PASTEL'S" gleam in buzzing, colorful electric lights on the front of the cart as the pipes on top musically puff out brightly-colored smoke like a calliope. The clouds of sweet-smelling smoke begin to rain candy, which drifts down slowly and disappears when it hits the ground
*Of course, I simply must bring them back.*
A little girl, with skin the color of amber, watches the carriage pass by. She gets a small grin on her face and runs over to where two other figures sit on a blanket. A barrel-chested man with a dog-like head and a figure of sorts buried under layers and layers of robes and cloaks.
"Uncle's back!" She grins and jumps up and down.
He waves them over. "Ah, cousins! Come and see your favorite uncle! I came with gifts!"
*He's an Archfey now, and a little different in just about every respect since this is a different rendition of the character.*
*i’m doin fine, working on a script and just created a new concept: the swamp god/goddess Savut. want to rp?*
*Course. And that sounds awesome!*
*Thank you!*
Thirteen is examining a strange piece of jewelry. The rays of light which pass through its facets emerge as long shadows.
Pch’Ptah is STILL somewhere.
*slot open, might intro someone new soon >:)*
Madre Delle Tenedre appears and tilts her head, grinning her white teeth "What do you have there dear?"
“This is the Bijoux. But before I answer further, who are you? I don’t recognize your face. Unless I’ve merely been unaware of your presence before now.” Thirteen doesn’t turn to look at her, still turning the bauble over and reading the light cursive script engraved on the back.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, riding a wagon and surrounded by butterflies. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow.
His waist-length fluffy white hair blows around in the wind as his mechanical wagon screeches to a halt. The vendor's window opens up. A mobile sweets shop. The words "UNCLE PASTEL'S" gleam in buzzing, colorful electric lights on the front of the cart as the pipes on top musically puff out brightly-colored smoke like a calliope. The clouds of sweet-smelling smoke begin to rain candy, which drifts down slowly and disappears when it hits the ground
*Of course, I simply must bring them back.*
A little girl, with skin the color of amber, watches the carriage pass by. She gets a small grin on her face and runs over to where two other figures sit on a blanket. A barrel-chested man with a dog-like head and a figure of sorts buried under layers and layers of robes and cloaks.
"Uncle's back!" She grins and jumps up and down.
He waves them over. "Ah, cousins! Come and see your favorite uncle! I came with gifts!"
*He's an Archfey now, and a little different in just about every respect since this is a different rendition of the character.*
Sadeh runs over and hugs him happily. Pakmon and Khemut still seem a little hesitant.
*i’m doin fine, working on a script and just created a new concept: the swamp god/goddess Savut. want to rp?*
*Course. And that sounds awesome!*
*Thank you!*
Thirteen is examining a strange piece of jewelry. The rays of light which pass through its facets emerge as long shadows.
Pch’Ptah is STILL somewhere.
*slot open, might intro someone new soon >:)*
Madre Delle Tenedre appears and tilts her head, grinning her white teeth "What do you have there dear?"
“This is the Bijoux. But before I answer further, who are you? I don’t recognize your face. Unless I’ve merely been unaware of your presence before now.” Thirteen doesn’t turn to look at her, still turning the bauble over and reading the light cursive script engraved on the back.
She bares her teeth again, smiling forcibly. "I am someone you don't need to worry about yet."
He waves them over. "Ah, cousins! Come and see your favorite uncle! I came with gifts!"
*He's an Archfey now, and a little different in just about every respect since this is a different rendition of the character.*
Sadeh runs over and hugs him happily. Pakmon and Khemut still seem a little hesitant.
Pastel picks her up and grabs a box with his candy cane, putting it in her hands. There are holes in the top, and something is moving around inside. "What is wrong, you two?" He gets up and starts walking toward them at his usual, slightly uncanny speed, carrying Sadeh and her present in his arms.
*i’m doin fine, working on a script and just created a new concept: the swamp god/goddess Savut. want to rp?*
*Course. And that sounds awesome!*
*Thank you!*
Thirteen is examining a strange piece of jewelry. The rays of light which pass through its facets emerge as long shadows.
Pch’Ptah is STILL somewhere.
*slot open, might intro someone new soon >:)*
Madre Delle Tenedre appears and tilts her head, grinning her white teeth "What do you have there dear?"
“This is the Bijoux. But before I answer further, who are you? I don’t recognize your face. Unless I’ve merely been unaware of your presence before now.” Thirteen doesn’t turn to look at her, still turning the bauble over and reading the light cursive script engraved on the back.
She bares her teeth again, smiling forcibly. "I am someone you don't need to worry about yet."
“Everyone is someone who could be a danger, madame. I can tell that you understand this philosophy, and that you may understand me in a superficial manner, so telling me not to worry about you is laughable. Who are you?” He seems almost bored, still not facing her and still not parting his gaze from the strange trinket.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*Designed my boy with Viper!*
*She's a very talented artist, and had a lot of cool ideas.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cool!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(crawls out of hole on all eights)*
*Booyah*
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
*You Hee'd your last Haw partner >:3*
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
*Just finished writing up Uncle Pastel's stats. Want me to intro him?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you want to, you can :)"
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
*falls out of hole in the sky*
*HI LAWRENCE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*My brother in arms, how art thou*
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’m doin fine, working on a script and just created a new concept: the swamp god/goddess Savut. want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, riding a wagon and surrounded by butterflies. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow.
His waist-length fluffy white hair blows around in the wind as his mechanical wagon screeches to a halt. The vendor's window opens up. A mobile sweets shop. The words "UNCLE PASTEL'S" gleam in buzzing, colorful electric lights on the front of the cart as the pipes on top musically puff out brightly-colored smoke like a calliope. The clouds of sweet-smelling smoke begin to rain candy, which drifts down slowly and disappears when it hits the ground
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course. And that sounds awesome!*
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
*Of course, I simply must bring them back.*
A little girl, with skin the color of amber, watches the carriage pass by. She gets a small grin on her face and runs over to where two other figures sit on a blanket. A barrel-chested man with a dog-like head and a figure of sorts buried under layers and layers of robes and cloaks.
"Uncle's back!" She grins and jumps up and down.
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
*Thank you!*
Thirteen is examining a strange piece of jewelry. The rays of light which pass through its facets emerge as long shadows.
Pch’Ptah is STILL somewhere.
*slot open, might intro someone new soon >:)*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Madre Delle Tenedre appears and tilts her head, grinning her white teeth "What do you have there dear?"
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 waves them over. "Ah, cousins! Come and see your favorite uncle! I came with gifts!"
*He's an Archfey now, and a little different in just about every respect since this is a different rendition of the character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“This is the Bijoux. But before I answer further, who are you? I don’t recognize your face. Unless I’ve merely been unaware of your presence before now.” Thirteen doesn’t turn to look at her, still turning the bauble over and reading the light cursive script engraved on the back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sadeh runs over and hugs him happily. Pakmon and Khemut still seem a little hesitant.
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
She bares her teeth again, smiling forcibly. "I am someone you don't need to worry about yet."
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
Pastel picks her up and grabs a box with his candy cane, putting it in her hands. There are holes in the top, and something is moving around inside. "What is wrong, you two?" He gets up and starts walking toward them at his usual, slightly uncanny speed, carrying Sadeh and her present in his arms.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Everyone is someone who could be a danger, madame. I can tell that you understand this philosophy, and that you may understand me in a superficial manner, so telling me not to worry about you is laughable. Who are you?” He seems almost bored, still not facing her and still not parting his gaze from the strange trinket.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.