After a bit, Lore and Harmonia appear. She narrows her eyes at Oval "Next time you wan my attention, don't scream it into my brain."
Theren chuckles, smiling at her.
*Also, if one of them calls him a hero i have a whole slew of dialogue ready lol. my brain goes brrrrr at times*
Lore walks over and plants a dramatic kiss on his head "She said you wanted to see me." She said, throwing a playful but angry looking glare at Oval who shrugs.
"Yeah, well, i was worried."
She looks down at Harmonia "Do you want to tell him or should I?" She asked. Harmonia grinned and stood in front of Theren. Suddenly, before his eyes, her features grow a little more canine. Her pointed ears growing fluffy, her fingers and toes growing clawish.
Therens eyes widen. "I...oh my gods above..."
"Mama said im getting better!" She said and made a scary face.
He ruffles her hair. "You are kiddo."
Soul runs over and the two instantly start talking, Soul starting to help her do a handstand.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Loriche isn’t very far away from Scott’s location, working on fixing her wakizashi. However, her campsite is surrounded by traps.
Mauric absentmindedly enters the coffee shop.
Scott, while being controlled, ends up in a trap most likely.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
Scott yelps, having been woken up from the trance since the fall. "What the-" He curses, trying to get out.
She sends one of her pixes over.
Loriche takes out her pick. “Start talking, chump. Why have you been sabotaging my friend Leo?”
Mauric looks at the fey curiously as it approaches. “Oh, cool.”
"What? Who is Leo?" He hissed, maneuvering around to stand up.
It asks him what he would like to order.
“My buddy. He has a huge automatic dragon, and YOU’VE been screwing with it! And I’m gonna find out why, so I sure hope you didn’t have any plans for the next few days!”
He orders a kopi tubruk.
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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.
After a bit, Lore and Harmonia appear. She narrows her eyes at Oval "Next time you wan my attention, don't scream it into my brain."
Theren chuckles, smiling at her.
*Also, if one of them calls him a hero i have a whole slew of dialogue ready lol. my brain goes brrrrr at times*
Lore walks over and plants a dramatic kiss on his head "She said you wanted to see me." She said, throwing a playful but angry looking glare at Oval who shrugs.
"Yeah, well, i was worried."
She looks down at Harmonia "Do you want to tell him or should I?" She asked. Harmonia grinned and stood in front of Theren. Suddenly, before his eyes, her features grow a little more canine. Her pointed ears growing fluffy, her fingers and toes growing clawish.
Therens eyes widen. "I...oh my gods above..."
"Mama said im getting better!" She said and made a scary face.
He ruffles her hair. "You are kiddo."
Soul runs over and the two instantly start talking, Soul starting to help her do a handstand.
Theren smiles, watching with crossed arms.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So? Your stress is what's causing your writing to be bad." He sighs. "This is getting nowhere. If I was separated from my home, and I needed to relax for just a moment if I wanted to ever see it again, I would take that risk."
Scott sighs and rubs his hand over his face "Everyone's experiences are different. My paranoia won't let me stop thinking about the worst possible outcome. I keep thinking that I'll never leave, that people in the woods are watching me, that my skin is crawling my larvae, that this is a dream I'm never waking up from..." he said, rubbing the skin of his arm where scabs, both fresh and recently picked open dot it.
The Leviathan sighs and gives them a big tube of antibiotic ointment and a box of bandaids. "See a therapist, and please take care of yourself. I can't save you from yourself. I'm not that good a hero." He walks off, looking weak and dejected despite the sheer power he displayed before.
"There are no therapists out here I think..." He says, tying back his hair "But... I'll try what you said..."
"I'll try and find one for you. Someone who can hook you up with anti-anxiety meds or something."
"You... You don't have to do that." He said, fidgeting with his tie "Hell, I'm talking to much.."
"It's what heroes do, citizen. I may not be good at the job, but I can always try and improve."
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
She smiles. "Thank you. But not even Kami should be masters of other people. I should know, I am one!" She snorts, her belly jiggling a bit at the sharp laugh.
"He was not the greatest, but I am free now. Uhm, so, why are you here in Ms. Padfood's kitchen?'
"Well, it's my job to maintain and bless kitchens. I'm sort of a goddess of frying."
Soul runs over and the two instantly start talking, Soul starting to help her do a handstand.
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
“My buddy. He has a huge automatic dragon, and YOU’VE been screwing with it! And I’m gonna find out why, so I sure hope you didn’t have any plans for the next few days!”
He orders a kopi tubruk.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren smiles, watching with crossed arms.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's what heroes do, citizen. I may not be good at the job, but I can always try and improve."
*Pospero has those Senshi eyes, by the way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Blehhh :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
(good afternoon)
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
*I need to turn someone into a beef roast.*
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
*Do it, then*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*because violence or because you want beef roast?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Come here Baalz, I shall cover you were herbs and coo you just right. You will feed so many.*
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
*Yes, Father*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles at her "It's not as bad as I expected, now are we going to read or just stare into each other's eyes all night?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning my lovely goobers*
"Well, it's my job to maintain and bless kitchens. I'm sort of a goddess of frying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Pickles beets go brrrrr*
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