*Opens trenchcoat. Hey, kid, want some characters?* *here are the fluffers*
Jax is cashing in a bounty
Reese is counting cash at a booth
Lilac is sleeping under a tree.
The Bounty Hunter bumps into them and walks past, not wasting his time apologizing.
The Graverobber walks past them, carrying jewels of all shapes and sizes.
The Houndmaster moves through the forest with Bernard, his dog.
*Is Saphuno available?*
*not at the moment, sorry*
A small explosive finds its way onto their person.
Reese is interested in their loot, rubbing her paws together. "Hey, where'd ya get those?"
Lilac sniffs the air, waking up slowly.
*Nothing to apologize about.*
Jax finds a small explosive on their own person, a little trade.
Marie turns to them, her eyes still hidden. She puts one hand on her hip “What exactly are you referring to?” Quickly pocketing the money.
They find a guy and his dog just living life.
"oh fu-" he says, tossing it away.
"Mmmm, depends on if I'm drunk. But, this time, I meant those jewels."
She pads over to them slowly, smiling.
He finds more in his back, the Bounty Hunter leaning against a wall and watching Jax figure things out.
She smirks before taking the jewels back out, moving them in between her fingers “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Bernard trods over to her, the Houndmaster watching silently.
The spectacle is much like a dog chasing his tail
"if ya tell me your secrets, i'll tell ya mii-iine~" She says,shuffling the wad of cash like cards.
She sits down in front of Bernard, sniffing him.
The Bounty Hunter chuckles with gravelly laughter “That’s what ya get.”
She flips some knife’s through her hands “Oh just you know what they say about magicians and their secrets~” she walks over and leans on the counter “You can ask Jax if you want to know.”
Bernard does the same in return, curiosity on their dog face.
A man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
According to the sign on the tavern job board, this is Marvin Eigenghast. A mental health counselor.
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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 man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
According to the sign on the tavern job board, this is Marvin Eigenghast. A mental health counselor.
Oblivion is watching from the kitchen in the tavern, the starry sky shifting across his form as he watches with curiosity, raising his brow without eyebrows to do so.
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
"What can I get you?" Saphuno says softly.
"Nothing too strong, please"
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*Opens trenchcoat. Hey, kid, want some characters?* *here are the fluffers*
Jax is cashing in a bounty
Reese is counting cash at a booth
Lilac is sleeping under a tree.
The Bounty Hunter bumps into them and walks past, not wasting his time apologizing.
The Graverobber walks past them, carrying jewels of all shapes and sizes.
The Houndmaster moves through the forest with Bernard, his dog.
*Is Saphuno available?*
*not at the moment, sorry*
A small explosive finds its way onto their person.
Reese is interested in their loot, rubbing her paws together. "Hey, where'd ya get those?"
Lilac sniffs the air, waking up slowly.
*Nothing to apologize about.*
Jax finds a small explosive on their own person, a little trade.
Marie turns to them, her eyes still hidden. She puts one hand on her hip “What exactly are you referring to?” Quickly pocketing the money.
They find a guy and his dog just living life.
"oh fu-" he says, tossing it away.
"Mmmm, depends on if I'm drunk. But, this time, I meant those jewels."
She pads over to them slowly, smiling.
He finds more in his back, the Bounty Hunter leaning against a wall and watching Jax figure things out.
She smirks before taking the jewels back out, moving them in between her fingers “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Bernard trods over to her, the Houndmaster watching silently.
The spectacle is much like a dog chasing his tail
"if ya tell me your secrets, i'll tell ya mii-iine~" She says,shuffling the wad of cash like cards.
She sits down in front of Bernard, sniffing him.
The Bounty Hunter chuckles with gravelly laughter “That’s what ya get.”
She flips some knife’s through her hands “Oh just you know what they say about magicians and their secrets~” she walks over and leans on the counter “You can ask Jax if you want to know.”
Bernard does the same in return, curiosity on their dog face.
"You bumped into me, *******!" he says as he desperately tries to get the bombs off. eventually, he tosses his coat off
"Oh, the fox guy? He's cute, I think I might."
Her own scent is friendly. She trots over to the Houndmaster, sniffing him now
Saphuno is toiling in the kitchen over a pot and two pans.
The bombs don’t go off, instead simply just sitting there “Adorable, you think that I care. If I bump into you again there will be more bombs, active ones.”
She smiles “Yeah he is pretty cute, might get a bite myself.”
Bernard and the Houndmaster smell like good friendly things, trying their best to exist with each other.
Damian is already in the kitchen, working on making some stuff for lunch.
A man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
According to the sign on the tavern job board, this is Marvin Eigenghast. A mental health counselor.
Oblivion is watching from the kitchen in the tavern, the starry sky shifting across his form as he watches with curiosity, raising his brow without eyebrows to do so.
Marvin doesn't immediately notice. He finishes his crafting and loads the bullets in. He then picks up a shovel and starts burying the now-loaded weapon. As anyone who has ever had to use a firearm or any kind knows, dirt is quite bad for them.
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
"What can I get you?" Saphuno says softly.
"Nothing too strong, please"
"Something with a nibble, got it." She sets down a small mug filled with long tavern iced tea. "two silvers."
they curse in a foriegn language. "Is there anything cheaper? I only have one" she pulls a silver coin out of her pocket
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
"What can I get you?" Saphuno says softly.
"Nothing too strong, please"
"Something with a nibble, got it." She sets down a small mug filled with long tavern iced tea. "two silvers."
they curse in a foriegn language. "Is there anything cheaper? I only have one" she pulls a silver coin out of her pocket
She clicks her tongue, rapping the bar with her claw. Eventually she sighs. "I already poured it, hun. I can cover it myself. This time. Keep your money."
she puts the coin away and takes a sip of the tea. "Thanks."
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*gtg to dinner. srry*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
The Bounty Hunter chuckles with gravelly laughter “That’s what ya get.”
She flips some knife’s through her hands “Oh just you know what they say about magicians and their secrets~” she walks over and leans on the counter “You can ask Jax if you want to know.”
Bernard does the same in return, curiosity on their dog face.
*Later flower, see ya.*
*For anyone else who's interested.*
A man with short brown hair and glasses, dressed up in cool-colored business casual, is out in the woods making supernaturally modified .30-06 ammunition. A bizarrely modified Lewis Gun sits beside him. It looks like it mutated somehow, while still remaining identical in functionality. The man looks weary, and a bag of half-eaten fast food sits beside him.
According to the sign on the tavern job board, this is Marvin Eigenghast. A mental health counselor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small, blindfolded, hooded person with a cane sits down at the bar.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
(hello again)
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
Oblivion is watching from the kitchen in the tavern, the starry sky shifting across his form as he watches with curiosity, raising his brow without eyebrows to do so.
"Nothing too strong, please"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The bombs don’t go off, instead simply just sitting there “Adorable, you think that I care. If I bump into you again there will be more bombs, active ones.”
She smiles “Yeah he is pretty cute, might get a bite myself.”
Bernard and the Houndmaster smell like good friendly things, trying their best to exist with each other.
Damian is already in the kitchen, working on making some stuff for lunch.
Marvin doesn't immediately notice. He finishes his crafting and loads the bullets in. He then picks up a shovel and starts burying the now-loaded weapon. As anyone who has ever had to use a firearm or any kind knows, dirt is quite bad for them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
they curse in a foriegn language. "Is there anything cheaper? I only have one" she pulls a silver coin out of her pocket
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
she puts the coin away and takes a sip of the tea. "Thanks."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)