*Thinking about rewriting Yuri's and Donn's Pages*
(nice. you want to rp?)
*Course!*
(who ya got)
The sound of jaunty piano music fills the air. A door which has the sign "Michaelango's amazing show!" in blinking lights seemed to have manifested somehow in the middle of a field.
Isaac walks in
He walks into a very clean and warm theater. Puppets wander around, carrying boxes or building set pieces.
He curiously looks around
A large brown dog puppet, wearing a suit and red bowtie, smoking a cigar looks over and waves "Well well well! Hello there youngblood!"
"hello. what is this place?"
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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
A double door made of polished mahogany has appeared in the middle of a field. A sign that is pinned overhead, in blinking light spells out 'Michaelango's Amazing Theatre!'. Dogs lay outside the door, napping.
Yuri is working quietly in Oswald's factory, doing any work that his workers rather not do.
William is making himself breakfast, the record player in the kitchen playing 'Vivaldi's The Four Seasons: Spring'
Donn is asleep in a tree, hanging upside down from a branch.
Gresecure drives to the front of the doors and opens his own. With little speed and much difficulty, he pushes out of his plushy hoard and stands outside of his carriage. He brings several heavy bags with him as he approaches, ready to enter.
Yuri sees a cloud of smoke blow in through the vents, coalescing into what looks like a heavily scarred farmhand, discolored scald marks on his face and burns around his lips. His eyes are golden spirals set in a black sclera. "H-hello, Yuri. It's me, the Egregore. My normal form is too big for this place, so I'm going with my original one. You've known Donn for a long time, right?"
Felix sprints in, huffing and puffing as he places a continental breakfast tray on the table. The pastries are all purple for some reason. "Mornin', bossman! Made you a quick meal!" He doesn't seem to have noticed that William was already making himself breakfast.
*Thinking about rewriting Yuri's and Donn's Pages*
(nice. you want to rp?)
*Course!*
(who ya got)
The sound of jaunty piano music fills the air. A door which has the sign "Michaelango's amazing show!" in blinking lights seemed to have manifested somehow in the middle of a field.
Isaac walks in
He walks into a very clean and warm theater. Puppets wander around, carrying boxes or building set pieces.
He curiously looks around
A large brown dog puppet, wearing a suit and red bowtie, smoking a cigar looks over and waves "Well well well! Hello there youngblood!"
A double door made of polished mahogany has appeared in the middle of a field. A sign that is pinned overhead, in blinking light spells out 'Michaelango's Amazing Theatre!'. Dogs lay outside the door, napping.
Yuri is working quietly in Oswald's factory, doing any work that his workers rather not do.
William is making himself breakfast, the record player in the kitchen playing 'Vivaldi's The Four Seasons: Spring'
Donn is asleep in a tree, hanging upside down from a branch.
Gresecure drives to the front of the doors and opens his own. With little speed and much difficulty, he pushes out of his plushy hoard and stands outside of his carriage. He brings several heavy bags with him as he approaches, ready to enter.
Yuri sees a cloud of smoke blow in through the vents, coalescing into what looks like a heavily scarred farmhand, discolored scald marks on his face and burns around his lips. His eyes are golden spirals set in a black sclera. "H-hello, Yuri. It's me, the Egregore. My normal form is too big for this place, so I'm going with my original one. You've known Donn for a long time, right?"
Felix sprints in, huffing and puffing as he places a continental breakfast tray on the table. The pastries are all purple for some reason. "Mornin', bossman! Made you a quick meal!" He doesn't seem to have noticed that William was already making himself breakfast.
The door opens on its own, the smell of shoe polish, warm cinnamon, and wood smoke wafts out quietly. The music inside is jaunty, like from a piano.
She nearly jumps out of her skin, hissing, and falls back. "Bloody-Don't sneak up me Egregore. I know who you are, yes. And yes I have actually."
William raises a brow and chuckles "Oh, thank you." He says sincerely, crouching down
Gresecure drives to the front of the doors and opens his own. With little speed and much difficulty, he pushes out of his plushy hoard and stands outside of his carriage. He brings several heavy bags with him as he approaches, ready to enter.
Yuri sees a cloud of smoke blow in through the vents, coalescing into what looks like a heavily scarred farmhand, discolored scald marks on his face and burns around his lips. His eyes are golden spirals set in a black sclera. "H-hello, Yuri. It's me, the Egregore. My normal form is too big for this place, so I'm going with my original one. You've known Donn for a long time, right?"
Felix sprints in, huffing and puffing as he places a continental breakfast tray on the table. The pastries are all purple for some reason. "Mornin', bossman! Made you a quick meal!" He doesn't seem to have noticed that William was already making himself breakfast.
The door opens on its own, the smell of shoe polish, warm cinnamon, and wood smoke wafts out quietly. The music inside is jaunty, like from a piano.
She nearly jumps out of her skin, hissing, and falls back. "Bloody-Don't sneak up me Egregore. I know who you are, yes. And yes I have actually."
William raises a brow and chuckles "Oh, thank you." He says sincerely, crouching down
Greasecure huffs and puffs as he slowly enters, carrying what must be hundreds of pounds of wares. "What a wonderful place. Very welcoming."
"Deepest apologies, ma'am. But I've been trying to get Donn a gift, but I have no idea what he could want. I've been thinking about choosing a new form to surprise him, but He's never shown any level of displeasure for my standard shape."
Felix is already putting on gloves to wash dishes. "You know that Frenzied Flame guy? Well, I cooked up that flame and fed it to a giant sunflower, and we're friends now! I even got to eat some myself, and I'm super hyped for my next innovation! I just don't know what it will be yet!"
Gresecure drives to the front of the doors and opens his own. With little speed and much difficulty, he pushes out of his plushy hoard and stands outside of his carriage. He brings several heavy bags with him as he approaches, ready to enter.
Yuri sees a cloud of smoke blow in through the vents, coalescing into what looks like a heavily scarred farmhand, discolored scald marks on his face and burns around his lips. His eyes are golden spirals set in a black sclera. "H-hello, Yuri. It's me, the Egregore. My normal form is too big for this place, so I'm going with my original one. You've known Donn for a long time, right?"
Felix sprints in, huffing and puffing as he places a continental breakfast tray on the table. The pastries are all purple for some reason. "Mornin', bossman! Made you a quick meal!" He doesn't seem to have noticed that William was already making himself breakfast.
The door opens on its own, the smell of shoe polish, warm cinnamon, and wood smoke wafts out quietly. The music inside is jaunty, like from a piano.
She nearly jumps out of her skin, hissing, and falls back. "Bloody-Don't sneak up me Egregore. I know who you are, yes. And yes I have actually."
William raises a brow and chuckles "Oh, thank you." He says sincerely, crouching down
Greasecure huffs and puffs as he slowly enters, carrying what must be hundreds of pounds of wares. "What a wonderful place. Very welcoming."
"Deepest apologies, ma'am. But I've been trying to get Donn a gift, but I have no idea what he could want. I've been thinking about choosing a new form to surprise him, but He's never shown any level of displeasure for my standard shape."
Felix is already putting on gloves to wash dishes. "You know that Frenzied Flame guy? Well, I cooked up that flame and fed it to a giant sunflower, and we're friends now! I even got to eat some myself, and I'm super hyped for my next innovation! I just don't know what it will be yet!"
Puppets of every size and color run around. Delivering papers or other items to departments or building sets for the show. A large dog puppet wearing a suit and a red bowtie who is smoking a cigar looks over "Well well, hello there!"
"He's never been one to care how people look... Fey usually like pretty things but he is has always been an outlier in that category." She said, setting a stack of papers down.
"Thats very good!" He chirped and looked over the pastries "May I ask how you made them?"
Greasecure huffs and puffs as he slowly enters, carrying what must be hundreds of pounds of wares. "What a wonderful place. Very welcoming."
"Deepest apologies, ma'am. But I've been trying to get Donn a gift, but I have no idea what he could want. I've been thinking about choosing a new form to surprise him, but He's never shown any level of displeasure for my standard shape."
Felix is already putting on gloves to wash dishes. "You know that Frenzied Flame guy? Well, I cooked up that flame and fed it to a giant sunflower, and we're friends now! I even got to eat some myself, and I'm super hyped for my next innovation! I just don't know what it will be yet!"
Puppets of every size and color run around. Delivering papers or other items to departments or building sets for the show. A large dog puppet wearing a suit and a red bowtie who is smoking a cigar looks over "Well well, hello there!"
"He's never been one to care how people look... Fey usually like pretty things but he is has always been an outlier in that category." She said, setting a stack of papers down.
"Thats very good!" He chirped and looked over the pastries "May I ask how you made them?"
"Hello there, friend." The dragon heaves his body over to the dog puppet. "I am a not-so-humble merchant, and I wanted to know if there was anything you needed or even simply wanted. I have just about everything, and I would like to offer you a single free bulk order of whatever you desire. And a complimentary free box of gourmet cigars, hand-picked by yours truly, Denarius Greasecure."
Egregore fidgets. "Is there anything he likes, though? What do you get for a man who has everything? He's got such a loving family that I'm sure he gets gifts all the time, so I need this to be really special to stand out."
"Ube is a purple sweet potato frequently used by my people. It's our staple crop, and while it takes a bit of getting used to, it gives an incredible color, flavor, and texture to anything you put it in! I may have some wild tastes, but sometimes the simple things are good too. Not everything needs to be unique or special. Sometimes just 'good enough' is good enough! Of course, I made this special for you, so it needs to be worth your time. Oh, and I incorporated some humanoid flesh and blood into the ingredients, so they should be edible to you!"
Greasecure huffs and puffs as he slowly enters, carrying what must be hundreds of pounds of wares. "What a wonderful place. Very welcoming."
"Deepest apologies, ma'am. But I've been trying to get Donn a gift, but I have no idea what he could want. I've been thinking about choosing a new form to surprise him, but He's never shown any level of displeasure for my standard shape."
Felix is already putting on gloves to wash dishes. "You know that Frenzied Flame guy? Well, I cooked up that flame and fed it to a giant sunflower, and we're friends now! I even got to eat some myself, and I'm super hyped for my next innovation! I just don't know what it will be yet!"
Puppets of every size and color run around. Delivering papers or other items to departments or building sets for the show. A large dog puppet wearing a suit and a red bowtie who is smoking a cigar looks over "Well well, hello there!"
"He's never been one to care how people look... Fey usually like pretty things but he is has always been an outlier in that category." She said, setting a stack of papers down.
"Thats very good!" He chirped and looked over the pastries "May I ask how you made them?"
"Hello there, friend." The dragon heaves his body over to the dog puppet. "I am a not-so-humble merchant, and I wanted to know if there was anything you needed or even simply wanted. I have just about everything, and I would like to offer you a single free bulk order of whatever you desire. And a complimentary free box of gourmet cigars, hand-picked by yours truly, Denarius Greasecure."
Egregore fidgets. "Is there anything he likes, though? What do you get for a man who has everything? He's got such a loving family that I'm sure he gets gifts all the time, so I need this to be really special to stand out."
"Ube is a purple sweet potato frequently used by my people. It's our staple crop, and while it takes a bit of getting used to, it gives an incredible color, flavor, and texture to anything you put it in! I may have some wild tastes, but sometimes the simple things are good too. Not everything needs to be unique or special. Sometimes just 'good enough' is good enough! Of course, I made this special for you, so it needs to be worth your time. Oh, and I incorporated some humanoid flesh and blood into the ingredients, so they should be edible to you!"
Michaelango chuckles, his voice deep and melodic. "I dont actually smoke son, these got herbs in 'em. Lavender, Cinnamon, and Sage. Keeps nasty spirits out of the place." He says and tilts his head, thinking to himself. "We do need more high strength string and a new sewing machine."
Yuri thinks for a moment "I honestly have no idea. He treasures interactions more than any trinket... He likes to read to his children, he loves cooking for you..."
He chuckles and hands one to Felix, biting into another.
"Hello there, friend." The dragon heaves his body over to the dog puppet. "I am a not-so-humble merchant, and I wanted to know if there was anything you needed or even simply wanted. I have just about everything, and I would like to offer you a single free bulk order of whatever you desire. And a complimentary free box of gourmet cigars, hand-picked by yours truly, Denarius Greasecure."
Egregore fidgets. "Is there anything he likes, though? What do you get for a man who has everything? He's got such a loving family that I'm sure he gets gifts all the time, so I need this to be really special to stand out."
"Ube is a purple sweet potato frequently used by my people. It's our staple crop, and while it takes a bit of getting used to, it gives an incredible color, flavor, and texture to anything you put it in! I may have some wild tastes, but sometimes the simple things are good too. Not everything needs to be unique or special. Sometimes just 'good enough' is good enough! Of course, I made this special for you, so it needs to be worth your time. Oh, and I incorporated some humanoid flesh and blood into the ingredients, so they should be edible to you!"
Michaelango chuckles, his voice deep and melodic. "I dont actually smoke son, these got herbs in 'em. Lavender, Cinnamon, and Sage. Keeps nasty spirits out of the place." He says and tilts his head, thinking to himself. "We do need more high strength string and a new sewing machine."
Yuri thinks for a moment "I honestly have no idea. He treasures interactions more than any trinket... He likes to read to his children, he loves cooking for you..."
He chuckles and hands one to Felix, biting into another.
"Consider it done, friend." He drops a large bag, causing many spools of spider silk thread to spill out, a sewing machine riding the wave like a surfer. "Thank you for your order. That was heavy as all hells. And the bag is bigger on the inside. There are about 80 cubic meters of thread, all told. Go nuts, friend." He reaches into another bag and pulls out some herbs, much like the ones that Michaelangelo described. "Since you don't smoke cigars."
"Then perhaps I could gather his kids and throw him a party. Do you think he would like that?"
Felix chows down. "You know, I once got my hands on a platinum yam once. It was awesome, better than Ube, but I could never find another. Turns out they're too specific, rare, and unusual-tasting for most people to farm."
"Hello there, friend." The dragon heaves his body over to the dog puppet. "I am a not-so-humble merchant, and I wanted to know if there was anything you needed or even simply wanted. I have just about everything, and I would like to offer you a single free bulk order of whatever you desire. And a complimentary free box of gourmet cigars, hand-picked by yours truly, Denarius Greasecure."
Egregore fidgets. "Is there anything he likes, though? What do you get for a man who has everything? He's got such a loving family that I'm sure he gets gifts all the time, so I need this to be really special to stand out."
"Ube is a purple sweet potato frequently used by my people. It's our staple crop, and while it takes a bit of getting used to, it gives an incredible color, flavor, and texture to anything you put it in! I may have some wild tastes, but sometimes the simple things are good too. Not everything needs to be unique or special. Sometimes just 'good enough' is good enough! Of course, I made this special for you, so it needs to be worth your time. Oh, and I incorporated some humanoid flesh and blood into the ingredients, so they should be edible to you!"
Michaelango chuckles, his voice deep and melodic. "I dont actually smoke son, these got herbs in 'em. Lavender, Cinnamon, and Sage. Keeps nasty spirits out of the place." He says and tilts his head, thinking to himself. "We do need more high strength string and a new sewing machine."
Yuri thinks for a moment "I honestly have no idea. He treasures interactions more than any trinket... He likes to read to his children, he loves cooking for you..."
He chuckles and hands one to Felix, biting into another.
"Consider it done, friend." He drops a large bag, causing many spools of spider silk thread to spill out, a sewing machine riding the wave like a surfer. "Thank you for your order. That was heavy as all hells. And the bag is bigger on the inside. There are about 80 cubic meters of thread, all told. Go nuts, friend." He reaches into another bag and pulls out some herbs, much like the ones that Michaelangelo described. "Since you don't smoke cigars."
"Then perhaps I could gather his kids and throw him a party. Do you think he would like that?"
Felix chows down. "You know, I once got my hands on a platinum yam once. It was awesome, better than Ube, but I could never find another. Turns out they're too specific, rare, and unusual-tasting for most people to farm."
Michaelango smiles and nods "Many thanks son, what do i owe ye?" he asks, tilting his head.
"Of course!" She nods "Though I warn you, he has a lot of children." She shrugged.
"Hm.. Perhaps if you find another, we could plant it here?"
"Consider it done, friend." He drops a large bag, causing many spools of spider silk thread to spill out, a sewing machine riding the wave like a surfer. "Thank you for your order. That was heavy as all hells. And the bag is bigger on the inside. There are about 80 cubic meters of thread, all told. Go nuts, friend." He reaches into another bag and pulls out some herbs, much like the ones that Michaelangelo described. "Since you don't smoke cigars."
"Then perhaps I could gather his kids and throw him a party. Do you think he would like that?"
Felix chows down. "You know, I once got my hands on a platinum yam once. It was awesome, better than Ube, but I could never find another. Turns out they're too specific, rare, and unusual-tasting for most people to farm."
Michaelango smiles and nods "Many thanks son, what do i owe ye?" he asks, tilting his head.
"Of course!" She nods "Though I warn you, he has a lot of children." She shrugged.
"Hm.. Perhaps if you find another, we could plant it here?"
"Nothing, friend. Your first order is free. However, even if you did have to pay, I assure you I sell for below market value. Every market turns to black once the lights are off, and my presence seems to cause rolling blackouts if you get what I mean."
"Perhaps I could get him to wrangle them... I've never been good with kids... or people in general."
"I'm not sure. It requires mineral- and nutrient-dense soil. They grow more like truffles than potatoes, hidden and sparse. They say an entire forest can only have a couple, but the numbers are skewed because they're so hard to find. I only managed to get mine from the grey market."
"Consider it done, friend." He drops a large bag, causing many spools of spider silk thread to spill out, a sewing machine riding the wave like a surfer. "Thank you for your order. That was heavy as all hells. And the bag is bigger on the inside. There are about 80 cubic meters of thread, all told. Go nuts, friend." He reaches into another bag and pulls out some herbs, much like the ones that Michaelangelo described. "Since you don't smoke cigars."
"Then perhaps I could gather his kids and throw him a party. Do you think he would like that?"
Felix chows down. "You know, I once got my hands on a platinum yam once. It was awesome, better than Ube, but I could never find another. Turns out they're too specific, rare, and unusual-tasting for most people to farm."
Michaelango smiles and nods "Many thanks son, what do i owe ye?" he asks, tilting his head.
"Of course!" She nods "Though I warn you, he has a lot of children." She shrugged.
"Hm.. Perhaps if you find another, we could plant it here?"
"Nothing, friend. Your first order is free. However, even if you did have to pay, I assure you I sell for below market value. Every market turns to black once the lights are off, and my presence seems to cause rolling blackouts if you get what I mean."
"Perhaps I could get him to wrangle them... I've never been good with kids... or people in general."
"I'm not sure. It requires mineral- and nutrient-dense soil. They grow more like truffles than potatoes, hidden and sparse. They say an entire forest can only have a couple, but the numbers are skewed because they're so hard to find. I only managed to get mine from the grey market."
He nods "Understandable." he says and shakes his hand "Stayin' long round town?"
"I could help with that if you'd like." She says, tilting her head.
"Ah, that makes sense." He nods and sips his coffee.
"hello. what is this place?"
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
Gresecure drives to the front of the doors and opens his own. With little speed and much difficulty, he pushes out of his plushy hoard and stands outside of his carriage. He brings several heavy bags with him as he approaches, ready to enter.
Yuri sees a cloud of smoke blow in through the vents, coalescing into what looks like a heavily scarred farmhand, discolored scald marks on his face and burns around his lips. His eyes are golden spirals set in a black sclera. "H-hello, Yuri. It's me, the Egregore. My normal form is too big for this place, so I'm going with my original one. You've known Donn for a long time, right?"
Felix sprints in, huffing and puffing as he places a continental breakfast tray on the table. The pastries are all purple for some reason. "Mornin', bossman! Made you a quick meal!" He doesn't seem to have noticed that William was already making himself breakfast.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A theatre son." He said, stubbing out the cigar
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
The door opens on its own, the smell of shoe polish, warm cinnamon, and wood smoke wafts out quietly. The music inside is jaunty, like from a piano.
She nearly jumps out of her skin, hissing, and falls back. "Bloody-Don't sneak up me Egregore. I know who you are, yes. And yes I have actually."
William raises a brow and chuckles "Oh, thank you." He says sincerely, crouching 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
Greasecure huffs and puffs as he slowly enters, carrying what must be hundreds of pounds of wares. "What a wonderful place. Very welcoming."
"Deepest apologies, ma'am. But I've been trying to get Donn a gift, but I have no idea what he could want. I've been thinking about choosing a new form to surprise him, but He's never shown any level of displeasure for my standard shape."
Felix is already putting on gloves to wash dishes. "You know that Frenzied Flame guy? Well, I cooked up that flame and fed it to a giant sunflower, and we're friends now! I even got to eat some myself, and I'm super hyped for my next innovation! I just don't know what it will be yet!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Puppets of every size and color run around. Delivering papers or other items to departments or building sets for the show. A large dog puppet wearing a suit and a red bowtie who is smoking a cigar looks over "Well well, hello there!"
"He's never been one to care how people look... Fey usually like pretty things but he is has always been an outlier in that category." She said, setting a stack of papers down.
"Thats very good!" He chirped and looked over the pastries "May I ask how you made them?"
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
"Hello there, friend." The dragon heaves his body over to the dog puppet. "I am a not-so-humble merchant, and I wanted to know if there was anything you needed or even simply wanted. I have just about everything, and I would like to offer you a single free bulk order of whatever you desire. And a complimentary free box of gourmet cigars, hand-picked by yours truly, Denarius Greasecure."
Egregore fidgets. "Is there anything he likes, though? What do you get for a man who has everything? He's got such a loving family that I'm sure he gets gifts all the time, so I need this to be really special to stand out."
"Ube is a purple sweet potato frequently used by my people. It's our staple crop, and while it takes a bit of getting used to, it gives an incredible color, flavor, and texture to anything you put it in! I may have some wild tastes, but sometimes the simple things are good too. Not everything needs to be unique or special. Sometimes just 'good enough' is good enough! Of course, I made this special for you, so it needs to be worth your time. Oh, and I incorporated some humanoid flesh and blood into the ingredients, so they should be edible to you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Michaelango chuckles, his voice deep and melodic. "I dont actually smoke son, these got herbs in 'em. Lavender, Cinnamon, and Sage. Keeps nasty spirits out of the place." He says and tilts his head, thinking to himself. "We do need more high strength string and a new sewing machine."
Yuri thinks for a moment "I honestly have no idea. He treasures interactions more than any trinket... He likes to read to his children, he loves cooking for you..."
He chuckles and hands one to Felix, biting into another.
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
(Anyone wanna hang out with a bounty hunter foxfolk, who (funnily) has been searching for stuff that's basically gone, and don't know when to quit?)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*sure :]*
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
"Consider it done, friend." He drops a large bag, causing many spools of spider silk thread to spill out, a sewing machine riding the wave like a surfer. "Thank you for your order. That was heavy as all hells. And the bag is bigger on the inside. There are about 80 cubic meters of thread, all told. Go nuts, friend." He reaches into another bag and pulls out some herbs, much like the ones that Michaelangelo described. "Since you don't smoke cigars."
"Then perhaps I could gather his kids and throw him a party. Do you think he would like that?"
Felix chows down. "You know, I once got my hands on a platinum yam once. It was awesome, better than Ube, but I could never find another. Turns out they're too specific, rare, and unusual-tasting for most people to farm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Michaelango smiles and nods "Many thanks son, what do i owe ye?" he asks, tilting his head.
"Of course!" She nods "Though I warn you, he has a lot of children." She shrugged.
"Hm.. Perhaps if you find another, we could plant it here?"
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 wanna start, or should I set the scene? :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
Donn is standing in front of a full length mirror, trying to tie a tie.
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
*verily*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Nothing, friend. Your first order is free. However, even if you did have to pay, I assure you I sell for below market value. Every market turns to black once the lights are off, and my presence seems to cause rolling blackouts if you get what I mean."
"Perhaps I could get him to wrangle them... I've never been good with kids... or people in general."
"I'm not sure. It requires mineral- and nutrient-dense soil. They grow more like truffles than potatoes, hidden and sparse. They say an entire forest can only have a couple, but the numbers are skewed because they're so hard to find. I only managed to get mine from the grey market."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*The foxfolk is just wandering around aimlessly, looking for something...or someone.*
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
He nods "Understandable." he says and shakes his hand "Stayin' long round town?"
"I could help with that if you'd like." She says, tilting her head.
"Ah, that makes sense." He nods and sips his coffee.
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
Donn looks over, eyebrow raised "Are you okay lad?"
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
*Good morning you lovely goobers :>*