"Could always become an adventurer. Or a performer" he shrugs
*Ahhh the memories* "I learned from my brother too," he smiles, "I wouldn't mind challenging her when she's not busy. We could also do a match or two"
"Heh, no I'm not good at any of that unfortunately..." He says, chuckling.
"Wanna play dice with me till then?"
"Well what are you good at then?" he asks
He smiles and nods, "Sure!"
"Writing... Being paranoid... Stuff like that." He says, tying back his hair.
She pulls out a pair of six sided dice "Whoever rolls the highest number wins!"
"Could be an author. You got the looks to pull off the 'handsome troubled writer' trope"
He takes one of the dice, "Sounds like fun" he grins 5
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head "I'm already an author in my world..." He said "And I'm not handsome.."
2
"See? you've got the experience for it" he grins
"I think i win this round" he smiles
Scott chuckles and shakes his head again.
"Darn, I was hoping luck would be in my favor!"
Tycho smirks, leaning against the tree
"We could go again, maybe you'll win this time." he says happily
He hands the book to Tycho "Does this even make any sense to you. I've been working on it for the last week or so."
"Sure!" She rolls again 4
He takes it, flipping through the book
He hums, rolling the dice 1
It's mostly a pretty fluent story about possibly everyone he has encountered in some way but it goes off the rails in some spots about butterflies and a 'disease'.
She grins and claps "Nice!"
"Well it starts out coherant and then you kinda devolve." he smiles, "But it's a fun thing to read"
"We're one for one" he smiles warmly
"Unfortunately, it seems so. The creature that inhabits me wants me to write it's story but it's more insanity than anything." He rubs his temples.
She grins "You're pretty good at this!"
"Need therapy maybe," he jokes, patting their shoulder,
"So are you! This is fun" he says
"Mn, that's what the other guy told me.." he said, shrugging.
"Could always become an adventurer. Or a performer" he shrugs
*Ahhh the memories* "I learned from my brother too," he smiles, "I wouldn't mind challenging her when she's not busy. We could also do a match or two"
"Heh, no I'm not good at any of that unfortunately..." He says, chuckling.
"Wanna play dice with me till then?"
"Well what are you good at then?" he asks
He smiles and nods, "Sure!"
"Writing... Being paranoid... Stuff like that." He says, tying back his hair.
She pulls out a pair of six sided dice "Whoever rolls the highest number wins!"
"Could be an author. You got the looks to pull off the 'handsome troubled writer' trope"
He takes one of the dice, "Sounds like fun" he grins 5
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head "I'm already an author in my world..." He said "And I'm not handsome.."
2
"See? you've got the experience for it" he grins
"I think i win this round" he smiles
Scott chuckles and shakes his head again.
"Darn, I was hoping luck would be in my favor!"
Tycho smirks, leaning against the tree
"We could go again, maybe you'll win this time." he says happily
He hands the book to Tycho "Does this even make any sense to you. I've been working on it for the last week or so."
"Sure!" She rolls again 4
He takes it, flipping through the book
He hums, rolling the dice 1
It's mostly a pretty fluent story about possibly everyone he has encountered in some way but it goes off the rails in some spots about butterflies and a 'disease'.
She grins and claps "Nice!"
"Well it starts out coherant and then you kinda devolve." he smiles, "But it's a fun thing to read"
"We're one for one" he smiles warmly
"Unfortunately, it seems so. The creature that inhabits me wants me to write it's story but it's more insanity than anything." He rubs his temples.
She grins "You're pretty good at this!"
"Need therapy maybe," he jokes, patting their shoulder,
"So are you! This is fun" he says
"Mn, that's what the other guy told me.." he said, shrugging.
"Uhm, so, what else are you making? I think you have plenty of time. Ms Padfoot is reading with her tiefling"
"I was going to make more tempura veggies, shrimp, and some donuts for dessert."
"That sounds great! I wanna help, if that's okay."
"Alright. Have you ever made tempura before? It's kind of difficult. Wait, I can help with that, actually." She boops Reese on the nose. She now adds an extra d12 to all rolls related to the preparation of food, and a d6 to all other d20 rolls.
She blushes heavily at the boop, but feels a bit more coordinated. She shuffles over to the corner to remove her armor and gear. Under her tunic, it is clear she is malnourished. "I've never cooked anything before.."
Abhurai snorts again. "Well, it's time you've learned! But put on an apron and some gloves first, the oil can burn you pretty bad if you're not careful. Sometimes if you are careful."
She grabs an apron off the hook and puts it on, but struggles to find gloves.
*Can we continue this some other time please? I'm really caught up in a different RP at the moment.*
They reach her room, and she cozies up with him in her recliner
He takes of his big coat and hat, leaving his chest bare as he snuggle close so they can read together.
She chuckles lightly as she tugs on his collar, letting go, and wrapping her arms around him "How's this?"
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?"
"Maybe..." She says while opening the book, ruffling his hair.
His hair, already messy enough grows messier, although it only makes him more attractive. He looks to the book and begins to read, actually interested in it.
"Mmmm.. sexy little thing. Anyway... hmmm... Octan's Mushroom Quiche... does that sound good?..."
He grins slowly “Hmm that would be something good to eat. I wish I knew how to cook more things.”
"Oh, do you want me to teach you?... I mean, I wish I had more of a green thumb."
“Why not? Another excuse to spend all my time with you is something I won’t say no to.”
"Could always become an adventurer. Or a performer" he shrugs
*Ahhh the memories* "I learned from my brother too," he smiles, "I wouldn't mind challenging her when she's not busy. We could also do a match or two"
"Heh, no I'm not good at any of that unfortunately..." He says, chuckling.
"Wanna play dice with me till then?"
"Well what are you good at then?" he asks
He smiles and nods, "Sure!"
"Writing... Being paranoid... Stuff like that." He says, tying back his hair.
She pulls out a pair of six sided dice "Whoever rolls the highest number wins!"
"Could be an author. You got the looks to pull off the 'handsome troubled writer' trope"
He takes one of the dice, "Sounds like fun" he grins 5
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head "I'm already an author in my world..." He said "And I'm not handsome.."
2
"See? you've got the experience for it" he grins
"I think i win this round" he smiles
Scott chuckles and shakes his head again.
"Darn, I was hoping luck would be in my favor!"
Tycho smirks, leaning against the tree
"We could go again, maybe you'll win this time." he says happily
He hands the book to Tycho "Does this even make any sense to you. I've been working on it for the last week or so."
"Sure!" She rolls again 4
He takes it, flipping through the book
He hums, rolling the dice 1
It's mostly a pretty fluent story about possibly everyone he has encountered in some way but it goes off the rails in some spots about butterflies and a 'disease'.
She grins and claps "Nice!"
"Well it starts out coherant and then you kinda devolve." he smiles, "But it's a fun thing to read"
"We're one for one" he smiles warmly
"Unfortunately, it seems so. The creature that inhabits me wants me to write it's story but it's more insanity than anything." He rubs his temples.
She grins "You're pretty good at this!"
"Need therapy maybe," he jokes, patting their shoulder,
"So are you! This is fun" he says
"Mn, that's what the other guy told me.." he said, shrugging.
"Thanks!" She chirps and rolls again 2
"Was that other guy in your head?"
He hums, enjoying the game as he rolls again 5
"No. Their name is Khemet." He said l, tapping his fingers against his pant leg.
He looks at Cathan’s eyes, trying to read him mentally and emotionally while picking the rest of the peppers, eating all of them too before wiping the blood off of his helm “You won’t make any money from me. If you try, I’ll have to bury you in this garden.”
Cathan's emotions and very soul seem to be blurred. Controlled in a way that Shredder has not seen in a sane individual.
"Well, it wouldn't be a new experience for me. I don't see the point in getting killed over a couple peppers. Some people would, but I make money off of most of them and send people to bury the rest. You seem to be the type to kill over anything, though, so I guess you're cool.
*Did you miss this, or do you not have a response? I'm cool either way*
*This guy would probably die instantly in a head-on fight.*
Small problem. These peppers are explosively loud when picked, and ignite anything they touch unless prepared properly.
Given that a plant has about 16 peppers, let's just say that much fire and thunder damage.
Cathan looks around wildly, his burning red eyes panicked.
The smell of burning flesh fills the air as he continues to eat the pepper, although he does move away from his hidden position. He looks them in the eyes “Spicy.”
Cathan calms with unnerving speed. Shredder notices his dilated pupils. "Yes. Very. And equally psychoactive. Perhaps you should consider what you eat before you do so. Or don't. I get more money that way." He seems to be unarmed, but he does have a reinforced vest. By far more expensive than the rest of his outfit.
He looks at Cathan’s eyes, trying to read him mentally and emotionally while picking the rest of the peppers, eating all of them too before wiping the blood off of his helm “You won’t make any money from me. If you try, I’ll have to bury you in this garden.”
Cathan's emotions and very soul seem to be blurred. Controlled in a way that Shredder has not seen in a sane individual.
"Well, it wouldn't be a new experience for me. I don't see the point in getting killed over a couple peppers. Some people would, but I make money off of most of them and send people to bury the rest. You seem to be the type to kill over anything, though, so I guess you're cool."
Shredder’s claw shoot out from their place as he stares him down, silent for a moment before saying “You are insane. Your eyes say so. I would be doing the world a favor by putting you down, but that would have no benefit to me.” He uses the claw to scrape off his burning flesh, “What would you be useful for then.”
"Could always become an adventurer. Or a performer" he shrugs
*Ahhh the memories* "I learned from my brother too," he smiles, "I wouldn't mind challenging her when she's not busy. We could also do a match or two"
"Heh, no I'm not good at any of that unfortunately..." He says, chuckling.
"Wanna play dice with me till then?"
"Well what are you good at then?" he asks
He smiles and nods, "Sure!"
"Writing... Being paranoid... Stuff like that." He says, tying back his hair.
She pulls out a pair of six sided dice "Whoever rolls the highest number wins!"
"Could be an author. You got the looks to pull off the 'handsome troubled writer' trope"
He takes one of the dice, "Sounds like fun" he grins 5
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head "I'm already an author in my world..." He said "And I'm not handsome.."
2
"See? you've got the experience for it" he grins
"I think i win this round" he smiles
Scott chuckles and shakes his head again.
"Darn, I was hoping luck would be in my favor!"
Tycho smirks, leaning against the tree
"We could go again, maybe you'll win this time." he says happily
He hands the book to Tycho "Does this even make any sense to you. I've been working on it for the last week or so."
"Sure!" She rolls again 4
He takes it, flipping through the book
He hums, rolling the dice 1
It's mostly a pretty fluent story about possibly everyone he has encountered in some way but it goes off the rails in some spots about butterflies and a 'disease'.
She grins and claps "Nice!"
"Well it starts out coherant and then you kinda devolve." he smiles, "But it's a fun thing to read"
"We're one for one" he smiles warmly
"Unfortunately, it seems so. The creature that inhabits me wants me to write it's story but it's more insanity than anything." He rubs his temples.
She grins "You're pretty good at this!"
"Need therapy maybe," he jokes, patting their shoulder,
"So are you! This is fun" he says
"Mn, that's what the other guy told me.." he said, shrugging.
"Thanks!" She chirps and rolls again 2
"Was that other guy in your head?"
He hums, enjoying the game as he rolls again 5
"No. Their name is Khemet." He said l, tapping his fingers against his pant leg.
They reach her room, and she cozies up with him in her recliner
He takes of his big coat and hat, leaving his chest bare as he snuggle close so they can read together.
She chuckles lightly as she tugs on his collar, letting go, and wrapping her arms around him "How's this?"
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?"
"Maybe..." She says while opening the book, ruffling his hair.
His hair, already messy enough grows messier, although it only makes him more attractive. He looks to the book and begins to read, actually interested in it.
"Mmmm.. sexy little thing. Anyway... hmmm... Octan's Mushroom Quiche... does that sound good?..."
He grins slowly “Hmm that would be something good to eat. I wish I knew how to cook more things.”
"Oh, do you want me to teach you?... I mean, I wish I had more of a green thumb."
“Why not? Another excuse to spend all my time with you is something I won’t say no to.”
"Well, here.. find something in here that looks good, and tomorrow, we'll make it together if we have everything, if not, we might have to go the market"
“We get to go on a shopping trip to make something to eat. I love it. Let’s find something really good.” He leans more into her to read the book better, taking some circular glasses out of his coat and putting them on, as fashionable as functional.
Cathan's emotions and very soul seem to be blurred. Controlled in a way that Shredder has not seen in a sane individual.
"Well, it wouldn't be a new experience for me. I don't see the point in getting killed over a couple peppers. Some people would, but I make money off of most of them and send people to bury the rest. You seem to be the type to kill over anything, though, so I guess you're cool."
Shredder’s claw shoot out from their place as he stares him down, silent for a moment before saying “You are insane. Your eyes say so. I would be doing the world a favor by putting you down, but that would have no benefit to me.” He uses the claw to scrape off his burning flesh, “What would you be useful for then.”
"I am, as I like to say, an illegal pharmacist. I can make you a spice for anything. I should know." He pulls the headscarf off, revealing horrific burns from chemicals, flames, poisons, explosives, and weapons of all kinds. He looks like burnt hamburger glued to a rotten pumpkin. His shredded lips are irritated as his eyes and covered with spices. "I don't feel a thing anymore. I don't hear the screams or the voices telling me that the world is out to get me for a second time. I don't want to die anymore, I can stand other people with their runny noses and sideways glances. Everything can be beautiful if I feel like it. Or it can be so horrible that only I can bear it. I wanted everyone to be able to have the meds they needed, the way I did. It's incredible what some little plants can do."
"Mn, that's what the other guy told me.." he said, shrugging.
"Thanks!" She chirps and rolls again 2
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
"Was that other guy in your head?"
He hums, enjoying the game as he rolls again 3
*cut*
“I won’t. So what brings you out here anyway?”
“Actually, a little slow for me. I’d expect only a little less than that in the average year.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Can we continue this some other time please? I'm really caught up in a different RP at the moment.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Why not? Another excuse to spend all my time with you is something I won’t say no to.”
"No. Their name is Khemet." He said l, tapping his fingers against his pant leg.
"You won!"
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
*Did you miss this, or do you not have a response? I'm cool either way*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shredder’s claw shoot out from their place as he stares him down, silent for a moment before saying “You are insane. Your eyes say so. I would be doing the world a favor by putting you down, but that would have no benefit to me.” He uses the claw to scrape off his burning flesh, “What would you be useful for then.”
"Hm, a unique name"
He grins, holding up a peace sign, "Thats 2"
“We get to go on a shopping trip to make something to eat. I love it. Let’s find something really good.” He leans more into her to read the book better, taking some circular glasses out of his coat and putting them on, as fashionable as functional.
*Anyone wanna rp with my other guys?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am, as I like to say, an illegal pharmacist. I can make you a spice for anything. I should know." He pulls the headscarf off, revealing horrific burns from chemicals, flames, poisons, explosives, and weapons of all kinds. He looks like burnt hamburger glued to a rotten pumpkin. His shredded lips are irritated as his eyes and covered with spices. "I don't feel a thing anymore. I don't hear the screams or the voices telling me that the world is out to get me for a second time. I don't want to die anymore, I can stand other people with their runny noses and sideways glances. Everything can be beautiful if I feel like it. Or it can be so horrible that only I can bear it. I wanted everyone to be able to have the meds they needed, the way I did. It's incredible what some little plants can do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey guys, I'm going to be gone for a moment. My mother decided to call me and yell at me for something I didn't do.*
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
*Have you considered trying to get the police involved for domestic abuse or something? There has to be some law she's breaking.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure.*