*Im back, anyone want to rp during the time I’m here? I am as fleeting as the wind.*
*gib grave robber*
*Graverobber it is.*
The Graverobber is sitting in the tavern, filling some small darts with what seems to be a violently destructive poison, their hands moving with expert skill, she’s good with her hands you could say.
forgot her name but its fine Jax appears before her. He's ditches his armor and is wearing street clothes. "Heya~"
She is currently putting the poison into the darts when she look up “Oh hello little Jax~” She says putting her knifes into the table.
And he stops in his tracks, flushing brightly. "Mmm.. hi.." He looks down at his hinds, not knowing what to do now.
She puts her pickaxe onto the table as well “Are you going to spend your time with me just looking at the ground or are you going to sit down?”
Thirteen is in the library, reviewing his latest draft of field notes. Most of it is incomprehensible drivel, liturgical Hebrew, polemics against the archmage Tzunk, and odes to Angela Lansbury.
Mauric is making plans for his and Damian’s wedding catering.
Riotan is so bored, forcing himself to not harm others. Currently he’s just dropping his scales to mimic anyone who walks by him in the common room for his own mild amusement.
*Im back, anyone want to rp during the time I’m here? I am as fleeting as the wind.*
*gib grave robber*
*Graverobber it is.*
The Graverobber is sitting in the tavern, filling some small darts with what seems to be a violently destructive poison, their hands moving with expert skill, she’s good with her hands you could say.
forgot her name but its fine Jax appears before her. He's ditches his armor and is wearing street clothes. "Heya~"
She is currently putting the poison into the darts when she look up “Oh hello little Jax~” She says putting her knifes into the table.
And he stops in his tracks, flushing brightly. "Mmm.. hi.." He looks down at his hinds, not knowing what to do now.
She puts her pickaxe onto the table as well “Are you going to spend your time with me just looking at the ground or are you going to sit down?”
"u-uh, I'll sit.." He says, regaining his composure as he sits down next to her, smiling stupidly.
She puts her head on one of her hands, looking to Jax despite her eyes being covered by her hat “Do you want something to drink?”
Thirteen is in the library, reviewing his latest draft of field notes. Most of it is incomprehensible drivel, liturgical Hebrew, polemics against the archmage Tzunk, and odes to Angela Lansbury.
Mauric is making plans for his and Damian’s wedding catering.
Riotan is so bored, forcing himself to not harm others. Currently he’s just dropping his scales to mimic anyone who walks by him in the common room for his own mild amusement.
Loriche is finishing her siege engine.
Klei is once again selling stolen goods.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*yes, but choose for yourself. you have free will: you must use it!*
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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.
Thirteen is in the library, reviewing his latest draft of field notes. Most of it is incomprehensible drivel, liturgical Hebrew, polemics against the archmage Tzunk, and odes to Angela Lansbury.
Mauric is making plans for his and Damian’s wedding catering.
Riotan is so bored, forcing himself to not harm others. Currently he’s just dropping his scales to mimic anyone who walks by him in the common room for his own mild amusement.
Loriche is finishing her siege engine.
Klei is once again selling stolen goods.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*yes, but choose for yourself. you have free will: you must use it!*
*Riotan and Gon, Sanviento and Thirteen, Klei and the Highwayman, or Loriche and Grove. Why do you make me choose things!*
*Im back, anyone want to rp during the time I’m here? I am as fleeting as the wind.*
*gib grave robber*
*Graverobber it is.*
The Graverobber is sitting in the tavern, filling some small darts with what seems to be a violently destructive poison, their hands moving with expert skill, she’s good with her hands you could say.
forgot her name but its fine Jax appears before her. He's ditches his armor and is wearing street clothes. "Heya~"
She is currently putting the poison into the darts when she look up “Oh hello little Jax~” She says putting her knifes into the table.
And he stops in his tracks, flushing brightly. "Mmm.. hi.." He looks down at his hinds, not knowing what to do now.
She puts her pickaxe onto the table as well “Are you going to spend your time with me just looking at the ground or are you going to sit down?”
"u-uh, I'll sit.." He says, regaining his composure as he sits down next to her, smiling stupidly.
She puts her head on one of her hands, looking to Jax despite her eyes being covered by her hat “Do you want something to drink?”
He does the same in mirror, tail flicking behind him "Always"
She makes a gesture and suddenly is holding two mugs, putting one in front of Jax as she sips from her own.
Reese walks up to him, eyes narrow. "This is not how a Wielder behaves.."
“Tough luck. This is my life. Now did you want to buy these weird feathers or not?” He holds up a few moldering couatl feathers, their magic long faded.
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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.
Thirteen is in the library, reviewing his latest draft of field notes. Most of it is incomprehensible drivel, liturgical Hebrew, polemics against the archmage Tzunk, and odes to Angela Lansbury.
Mauric is making plans for his and Damian’s wedding catering.
Riotan is so bored, forcing himself to not harm others. Currently he’s just dropping his scales to mimic anyone who walks by him in the common room for his own mild amusement.
Loriche is finishing her siege engine.
Klei is once again selling stolen goods.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*yes, but choose for yourself. you have free will: you must use it!*
*Riotan and Gon, Sanviento and Thirteen, Klei and the Highwayman, or Loriche and Grove. Why do you make me choose things!*
*DO ALL OF THEM (or as many as you can tolerate)*
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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.
"Hey, you can trust me to help ya when you need it" he says with a bright smile
(Casually talked with someone for an hour, heck yeah i did a social)
She puts her pickaxe onto the table as well “Are you going to spend your time with me just looking at the ground or are you going to sit down?”
*I am returned from teh void my beautiful/handsome goobers*
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
She puts her head on one of her hands, looking to Jax despite her eyes being covered by her hat “Do you want something to drink?”
*yes, but choose for yourself. you have free will: you must use it!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Riotan and Gon, Sanviento and Thirteen, Klei and the Highwayman, or Loriche and Grove. Why do you make me choose things!*
She makes a gesture and suddenly is holding two mugs, putting one in front of Jax as she sips from her own.
*Characters for those interested*
Mary is in the tavern, humming softly as she reads a book
Goergie is out in the market, buying a type of crystal
-free choice-
“Tough luck. This is my life. Now did you want to buy these weird feathers or not?” He holds up a few moldering couatl feathers, their magic long faded.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*DO ALL OF THEM (or as many as you can tolerate)*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mary looks up and smiles, slipping a bookmark into her page, "Hello Reese"