*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
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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.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
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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.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
He shifts a bit. "Yeah some, broken leg as well."
Theren is sitting nearby playing his guitar, slightly oblivious.
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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.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
He shifts a bit. "Yeah some, broken leg as well."
Theren is sitting nearby playing his guitar, slightly oblivious.
Russ stands up and walks over, hoisting Blitz up and over one shoulder. "Let's get you looked at," he says and then turns his eyes to Droidbait and chuckles, smoke filtering through his mask and curling in the air "Care to join us?"
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
He shifts a bit. "Yeah some, broken leg as well."
Theren is sitting nearby playing his guitar, slightly oblivious.
Russ stands up and walks over, hoisting Blitz up and over one shoulder. "Let's get you looked at," he says and then turns his eyes to Droidbait and chuckles, smoke filtering through his mask and curling in the air "Care to join us?"
She walks over and taps his shoulder.
"All you gents."
Theren looks up. "Can I help you?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
"Just a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
He shifts a bit. "Yeah some, broken leg as well."
Theren is sitting nearby playing his guitar, slightly oblivious.
Russ stands up and walks over, hoisting Blitz up and over one shoulder. "Let's get you looked at," he says and then turns his eyes to Droidbait and chuckles, smoke filtering through his mask and curling in the air "Care to join us?"
She walks over and taps his shoulder.
"All you gents."
Theren looks up. "Can I help you?"
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
*[hugs]*
*No sad :<*
*[gibs some cake]*
(Might finally do an intro once i'm done with yard work)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*hi people*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*SKRRR*
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
*welp, was a pretty uneventful birthday, but I got t-shirts*
*Nuuuuu. Happy Mcbirthday. 🥳🎁🎇🎈🎉🎊🧁*
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
*GOOOOOOOD MORNING! I GOT ME SOME LIGHTSABERS OFFA AMAZON!*
Theren is playing his guitar on the roof.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea and reading.
Nick is outside staring at the sky.
Droidbait and Blitz are talking to each other as they patrol outside their camp.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Russ is lounging outside the tavern, his back pressed against the rough wooden slats of the wall. He is dressed in a sleek black cargo jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a form-fitting black compression tank top that accentuates his muscular chest, and a pair of comfortable cargo joggers that hang loosely from his hips. His striking red-brown eyes are closed behind the skeletal balaclava that covers the lower half of his face. It appears he is sleeping but the occasional exhale of smoke that filters through the fabric suggests otherwise.
Miriam is sitting on the pier in town, completely engrossed in the task of counting the tips from her latest show. As she meticulously stacks the coins into neat little piles, her lips move silently, humming a cheerful melody. Her striking red hair is perfectly styled in an elegant bun, with wispy tendrils framing her face and neatly tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant in her beautiful blue sundress, adorned with a playful print of tiny happy dogs. Her earrings, fashioned from delicate seashells she collected, dangle gracefully from her ears and catch the light with every movement.
William is leisurely strolling through the bustling town, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he wanders through the main market, he stops at a local herb vendor's stall to examine the array of fragrant herbs on display. He engages the vendor in conversation, haggling for a fair price as he selects his desired herbs. William is dressed in a crisp white button-up dress shirt, a warm brown jacket, and neatly pressed brown slacks.
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
Blitz and Droidbait wander out of the woods talking to each other. Both of their armor is severely damaged.
There is the sound of an acoustic guitar from nearby.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Russ opens an eye and snorts "Busted up hm?"
[She can't hear remember?]
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 a bit." Blitz says with a chuckle
*It works sorta like telepathy.*
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"Bruises and cuts?"
She looks around, confused that she can even hear the noise.
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 shifts a bit. "Yeah some, broken leg as well."
Theren is sitting nearby playing his guitar, slightly oblivious.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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Russ stands up and walks over, hoisting Blitz up and over one shoulder. "Let's get you looked at," he says and then turns his eyes to Droidbait and chuckles, smoke filtering through his mask and curling in the air "Care to join us?"
She walks over and taps his shoulder.
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
"All you gents."
Theren looks up. "Can I help you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
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
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
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 chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.