He smirks, not maliciously, but more of a little smile of sudden awareness. "Yeah. I try to avoid violent metaphors, being a counselor and all, but that one is really good."
“How was it violent?”
"Shoving. Honestly, it's not that bad, but I work with a lot of kids who don't understand what a metaphor is, so I try to think in their terms. I guess that's rich coming from me, given that I'm usually packing a cursed revolver that redefined the term 'Hell' as its own name. Nasty thing. Hate touching it." He takes a sip of his coffee, then seems to realize something. "I'm not supposed to talk about that." He says this with a more curious than worried tone.
“Oh, I see. So you’re a therapist?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The storm will last a while. Perhaps you'd be interested in a job here? It wouldn't be too hard, and it would fill your purse."
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
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Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
A tankard of ale is set down in front of him.
Jax stays focused on the catboy, eventually catching him.
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
"Have you considered it only partially exists in the third layer?"
"You've got quite a bounty on your head, Ziff. suits my wallet and my wall just fine." He says while slitting the Tabaxi's throat, laughing silently.
“What?” His head snaps up. “That would be utterly infeasible, assuming Aganazzar’s Law holds up in a vacuum, which it has no reason not to.”
He takes aim and shoots at Jax, trying to hit him in the arm or leg and not seriously wound him. Attack: 15 Damage: 9
"Agnazzar was a crackpot, Ireznus is where it's at. I'm telling you, when it's fully resting in the first and second, it can only partially exist in the third. Drink."
The arrow whizzes by Jax's leg, and he hisses, decapitating the tabaxi and stuffing the head into a burlap sack. "Who dares meddle with justice?" he hisses at the direction of the arrow
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?” He says exasperatedly.
Šeansal lowers his crossbow, not trying to expose himself. 20
she cackles, slapping the bar. "Nope! Just trying to get you to lighten up."
Jax catches a whiff of something, but still heads towards the arrows source.
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. “…what time even is it?”
He begins carefully moving around the clearing, trying to move toward the beheaded tabaxi corpse without being spotted. Stealth: 21
"no clue, probably time for a night cap."
Šeansal gets away, but his scent lingers in Jax's nose. The hunt is on.
“I don’t drink. Never have, never will. My mind and actions are utterly unclouded.”
Carrying the carcass with ease, Šeansal begins heading to town to find a place to turn in his stolen mark.
"Okay, sure.. here's a glass of water."
Jax, head in tow, makes his way to the same place.
“I’m not thirsty. I just need to find out how they’re hiding from me. It’s like Where’s Wally with the entire multiverse.”
Šeansal takes a slightly different path, such that he won’t arrive until Jax has left.
"Go. To. Bed."
Thats not his current priority. He hands the man running the collection counter the head of the Tabaxi, stating his name, the victims name, and collecting the cash. The man working the counter marks Ziff's name off of a list.
“Can’t.”
Šeansal groans, tossing the body into the gutter and walks away.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The storm will last a while. Perhaps you'd be interested in a job here? It wouldn't be too hard, and it would fill your purse."
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
"Taking orders and giving food to people not at the bar." She says simply.
"Seems easy enough. I'm in" she holds out her bandaged hand to shake
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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)
"Shoving. Honestly, it's not that bad, but I work with a lot of kids who don't understand what a metaphor is, so I try to think in their terms. I guess that's rich coming from me, given that I'm usually packing a cursed revolver that redefined the term 'Hell' as its own name. Nasty thing. Hate touching it." He takes a sip of his coffee, then seems to realize something. "I'm not supposed to talk about that." He says this with a more curious than worried tone.
“Oh, I see. So you’re a therapist?”
"A mental health counselor. A therapist has better training requirements, and longer-term treatment plans. To be real here, I'm a bit of a step down. But I'm cheaper and I do house calls, which a lot of therapists don't."
"Shoving. Honestly, it's not that bad, but I work with a lot of kids who don't understand what a metaphor is, so I try to think in their terms. I guess that's rich coming from me, given that I'm usually packing a cursed revolver that redefined the term 'Hell' as its own name. Nasty thing. Hate touching it." He takes a sip of his coffee, then seems to realize something. "I'm not supposed to talk about that." He says this with a more curious than worried tone.
“Oh, I see. So you’re a therapist?”
"A mental health counselor. A therapist has better training requirements, and longer-term treatment plans. To be real here, I'm a bit of a step down. But I'm cheaper and I do house calls, which a lot of therapists don't."
“Ah. Well, you still do good work for people. That’s more than a lot can say.”
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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.
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 storm will last a while. Perhaps you'd be interested in a job here? It wouldn't be too hard, and it would fill your purse."
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
"Taking orders and giving food to people not at the bar." She says simply.
"Seems easy enough. I'm in" she holds out her bandaged hand to shake
Saphuno gently shakes their hand with her paw, smiling. "good lass.. you wont regret it."
She's somewhat shocked to feel a paw instead of a hand.
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*no i just wanted to make sure it didn't get lost*
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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)
*If anyone wants to RP, I have only Alix Stroth, and Ichigo at the moment.*
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
“Oh, I see. So you’re a therapist?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
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)
“Can’t.”
Šeansal groans, tossing the body into the gutter and walks away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Seems easy enough. I'm in" she holds out her bandaged hand to shake
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 mental health counselor. A therapist has better training requirements, and longer-term treatment plans. To be real here, I'm a bit of a step down. But I'm cheaper and I do house calls, which a lot of therapists don't."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don't think I've met Alix before. What are they like?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Giant fluffy Akita Dog Barbarian.*
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
“Ah. Well, you still do good work for people. That’s more than a lot can say.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah my reply is on the previous pace*
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)
*Ooooh! Let's do it! Still going to use my latest since I'm testing him out and haven't gotten a decent length session with him yet.*
Marvin is burying some old corpses. You can tell they're old due to the advanced state of decay.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She's somewhat shocked to feel a paw instead of a hand.
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)
*no i just wanted to make sure it didn't get lost*
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)