*I've finally decided on an outfit for Douxgras. His fluffy mane makes ties impossible, except for bow ties (which elevate his dorkiness from "cute" to "nerd"), so I decided to just give him a sweater-coat combo. He likes orange and black, so I made the coat the latter and the sweater the former.*
*I think it visually emphasizes the idea of him being cuddly but threatening, as well as his money, care for his appearance, and his sort of casual nature. Also, it gives him a place to put his spices.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I've finally decided on an outfit for Douxgras. His fluffy mane makes ties impossible, except for bow ties (which elevate his dorkiness from "cute" to "nerd"), so I decided to just give him a sweater-coat combo. He likes orange and black, so I made the coat the latter and the sweater the former.*
*I think it visually emphasizes the idea of him being cuddly but threatening, as well as his money, care for his appearance, and his sort of casual nature. Also, it gives him a place to put his spices.*
*Noice!!! Would he have any jackets or bags?*
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
*I've finally decided on an outfit for Douxgras. His fluffy mane makes ties impossible, except for bow ties (which elevate his dorkiness from "cute" to "nerd"), so I decided to just give him a sweater-coat combo. He likes orange and black, so I made the coat the latter and the sweater the former.*
*I think it visually emphasizes the idea of him being cuddly but threatening, as well as his money, care for his appearance, and his sort of casual nature. Also, it gives him a place to put his spices.*
*Noice!!! Would he have any jackets or bags?*
*Almost certainly owns at least several jackets and coats in various patterns, and might carry a satchel. I'm not 100% on it since I'm trying to keep his outfit simple. His physical body is already plenty detailed.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I've finally decided on an outfit for Douxgras. His fluffy mane makes ties impossible, except for bow ties (which elevate his dorkiness from "cute" to "nerd"), so I decided to just give him a sweater-coat combo. He likes orange and black, so I made the coat the latter and the sweater the former.*
*I think it visually emphasizes the idea of him being cuddly but threatening, as well as his money, care for his appearance, and his sort of casual nature. Also, it gives him a place to put his spices.*
*Noice!!! Would he have any jackets or bags?*
*Almost certainly owns at least several jackets and coats in various patterns, and might carry a satchel. I'm not 100% on it since I'm trying to keep his outfit simple. His physical body is already plenty detailed.*
*Gotta keep the clothes simply because he floofy enough :3*
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Soap is setting up camo with Lock and Romero after finding a somewhat safe space for the day. He is trying to get in contact with HQ but his comms are busted from the lackluster driving they did the day before.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
*where exactly is William?*
Eito, having bedecked the inn, is now placing small decorations on buildings in town. One of these is the apothecary.
I'm an apostrophe I'm just a symbol to remind you that there's more to see I'm just a product of the system, a catastrophe And yet a masterpiece, and yet I'm half-diseased And when I am deceased At least I go down to the grave and die happily
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
A cloud of dark powder fills the air, and the... ahem... long pork feels woozy, falling to its knees. William, with his hardy disposition, is unaffected. A pair of shining eyes pierce the artificial gloom, held inside a large silhouette. "Try not to use any fire for a bit. I'd hate to ruin this man before you do whatever it is you plan to do with him."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
*where exactly is William?*
Eito, having bedecked the inn, is now placing small decorations on buildings in town. One of these is the apothecary.
*About ten meters from his restaurant. It's in the forest.*
Ede pokes his head outside, watching.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
A cloud of dark powder fills the air, and the... ahem... long pork feels woozy, falling to its knees. William, with his hardy disposition, is unaffected. A pair of shining eyes pierce the artificial gloom, held inside a large silhouette. "Try not to use any fire for a bit. I'd hate to ruin this man before you do whatever it is you plan to do with him."
William narrows his eyes, wiping his hands off on his shirt. "I was not expecting him to be so... Wiley.." he says and tilts his head, staring back at the eyes.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A cloud of dark powder fills the air, and the... ahem... long pork feels woozy, falling to its knees. William, with his hardy disposition, is unaffected. A pair of shining eyes pierce the artificial gloom, held inside a large silhouette. "Try not to use any fire for a bit. I'd hate to ruin this man before you do whatever it is you plan to do with him."
William narrows his eyes, wiping his hands off on his shirt. "I was not expecting him to be so... Wiley.." he says and tilts his head, staring back at the eyes.
"Making the world a better place is more than worth the sacrifices, don't you think?" The gleaming, white eyes turn slightly to see the Red Plate. "A new recipe, or an old one? Nevermind, none of my business." The hulking form moves toward the long pork curled in fetal position. A large pair of dark-furred handpaws pick the man up. "Where to, chef?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A cloud of dark powder fills the air, and the... ahem... long pork feels woozy, falling to its knees. William, with his hardy disposition, is unaffected. A pair of shining eyes pierce the artificial gloom, held inside a large silhouette. "Try not to use any fire for a bit. I'd hate to ruin this man before you do whatever it is you plan to do with him."
William narrows his eyes, wiping his hands off on his shirt. "I was not expecting him to be so... Wiley.." he says and tilts his head, staring back at the eyes.
"Making the world a better place is more than worth the sacrifices, don't you think?" The gleaming, white eyes turn slightly to see the Red Plate. "A new recipe, or an old one? Nevermind, none of my business." The hulking form moves toward the long pork curled in fetal position. A large pair of dark-furred handpaws pick the man up. "Where to, chef?"
William narrows his eyes "Forgive me but before we go anywhere, I must know who you are..." He said, tilting his head to the side, amber eyes glinting.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
*where exactly is William?*
Eito, having bedecked the inn, is now placing small decorations on buildings in town. One of these is the apothecary.
*About ten meters from his restaurant. It's in the forest.*
Ede pokes his head outside, watching.
*goood* Nainai, in the process of felling a small tree, sees this bloody display. “What the-” She quietly goes to investigate. Stealth: 18
"Making the world a better place is more than worth the sacrifices, don't you think?" The gleaming, white eyes turn slightly to see the Red Plate. "A new recipe, or an old one? Nevermind, none of my business." The hulking form moves toward the long pork curled in fetal position. A large pair of dark-furred handpaws pick the man up. "Where to, chef?"
William narrows his eyes "Forgive me but before we go anywhere, I must know who you are..." He said, tilting his head to the side, amber eyes glinting.
"Call me Douxgras. Some call me a savior or a good samaritan, others call me a dangerous criminal and heretical dissenter. But really, why listen to labels? If we all did that... well, nevermind that, we are already there, aren't we?" He laughs. "Don't worry. I see you as a good thing, and good things tend to further my goals just by existing. At least, by my definition. But I ramble."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
*where exactly is William?*
Eito, having bedecked the inn, is now placing small decorations on buildings in town. One of these is the apothecary.
*About ten meters from his restaurant. It's in the forest.*
Ede pokes his head outside, watching.
*goood* Nainai, in the process of felling a small tree, sees this bloody display. “What the-” She quietly goes to investigate. Stealth: 18
“Good morning!” Eito says cheerily.
She able to get about 10 feet away without him noticing yet. The overwhelming smell of rotting flesh and blood fills her nose.
Ede waves back, grinning. "I suppose it is."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"Making the world a better place is more than worth the sacrifices, don't you think?" The gleaming, white eyes turn slightly to see the Red Plate. "A new recipe, or an old one? Nevermind, none of my business." The hulking form moves toward the long pork curled in fetal position. A large pair of dark-furred handpaws pick the man up. "Where to, chef?"
William narrows his eyes "Forgive me but before we go anywhere, I must know who you are..." He said, tilting his head to the side, amber eyes glinting.
"Call me Douxgras. Some call me a savior or a good samaritan, others call me a dangerous criminal and heretical dissenter. But really, why listen to labels? If we all did that... well, nevermind that, we are already there, aren't we?" He laughs. "Don't worry. I see you as a good thing, and good things tend to further my goals just by existing. At least, by my definition. But I ramble."
William tilts his head "You speak as if I am a part of your plans without me even knowing it." He said. He leads the way through a back door in the Red Plate. He takes the body and pulls out his cleaver. He promptly whacks the head off the long pig with one fell chop.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
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*Yayyy!*
*I've finally decided on an outfit for Douxgras. His fluffy mane makes ties impossible, except for bow ties (which elevate his dorkiness from "cute" to "nerd"), so I decided to just give him a sweater-coat combo. He likes orange and black, so I made the coat the latter and the sweater the former.*
*I think it visually emphasizes the idea of him being cuddly but threatening, as well as his money, care for his appearance, and his sort of casual nature. Also, it gives him a place to put his spices.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Noice!!! Would he have any jackets or bags?*
*Almost certainly owns at least several jackets and coats in various patterns, and might carry a satchel. I'm not 100% on it since I'm trying to keep his outfit simple. His physical body is already plenty detailed.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Gotta keep the clothes simply because he floofy enough :3*
*He got plentiful floof*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*good morning*
*i’m on spring break now*
*things are pretty okay*
hey.
i liked that box.
put me back.
*Anywhoozle, Characters for anyone who wants to RP.*
William is trying to take down a rather tough long-pig. He had heard about him while cooking the most lovely plate of Vermillion Spaghetti Bolognese for a young boy. A father who would abuse his daughter and son and wife and who would drink himself into a hole almost every night. Unfortunately, William miscalculated on how much sedative could take this man down and now his hands were soaked in blood. Not his own but he didn't hate messy kills very much.
Soap is setting up camo with Lock and Romero after finding a somewhat safe space for the day. He is trying to get in contact with HQ but his comms are busted from the lackluster driving they did the day before.
Ede and Lucibelle are opening the apothecary for the day. Silverthorn sits on Luci's shoulder, purring contently, while Luci explains flowers to it.
*That's good! :)*
*chrctrs*
Thirteen is waiting for Sytosc so he can finally engage his plan.
Nainai is in the forest, felling a small tree.
Eito is stringing blue and purple fabric lengths along the tavern. Each strip of fabric is covered in eloquent hiragana.
hey.
i liked that box.
put me back.
*where exactly is William?*
Eito, having bedecked the inn, is now placing small decorations on buildings in town. One of these is the apothecary.
hey.
i liked that box.
put me back.
(hello everyone)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm just a symbol to remind you that there's more to see
I'm just a product of the system, a catastrophe
And yet a masterpiece, and yet I'm half-diseased
And when I am deceased
At least I go down to the grave and die happily
A cloud of dark powder fills the air, and the... ahem... long pork feels woozy, falling to its knees. William, with his hardy disposition, is unaffected. A pair of shining eyes pierce the artificial gloom, held inside a large silhouette. "Try not to use any fire for a bit. I'd hate to ruin this man before you do whatever it is you plan to do with him."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*About ten meters from his restaurant. It's in the forest.*
Ede pokes his head outside, watching.
William narrows his eyes, wiping his hands off on his shirt. "I was not expecting him to be so... Wiley.." he says and tilts his head, staring back at the eyes.
"Making the world a better place is more than worth the sacrifices, don't you think?" The gleaming, white eyes turn slightly to see the Red Plate. "A new recipe, or an old one? Nevermind, none of my business." The hulking form moves toward the long pork curled in fetal position. A large pair of dark-furred handpaws pick the man up. "Where to, chef?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
William narrows his eyes "Forgive me but before we go anywhere, I must know who you are..." He said, tilting his head to the side, amber eyes glinting.
*goood* Nainai, in the process of felling a small tree, sees this bloody display. “What the-” She quietly goes to investigate. Stealth: 18
“Good morning!” Eito says cheerily.
hey.
i liked that box.
put me back.
"Call me Douxgras. Some call me a savior or a good samaritan, others call me a dangerous criminal and heretical dissenter. But really, why listen to labels? If we all did that... well, nevermind that, we are already there, aren't we?" He laughs. "Don't worry. I see you as a good thing, and good things tend to further my goals just by existing. At least, by my definition. But I ramble."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
She able to get about 10 feet away without him noticing yet. The overwhelming smell of rotting flesh and blood fills her nose.
Ede waves back, grinning. "I suppose it is."
William tilts his head "You speak as if I am a part of your plans without me even knowing it." He said. He leads the way through a back door in the Red Plate. He takes the body and pulls out his cleaver. He promptly whacks the head off the long pig with one fell chop.