"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.”
"Thanks. I think everyone has the potential to do good. For example, I... well, cat's out of the bag anyway, I used to be a killer. Like, little more than an executioner for my country's most hated individuals. People watched my body cam footage all over my homeland. My gun can shatter enchanted adamant vaults like glass in two taps. But I got to meet some of the kindest, most self-sacrificing people you can imagine on both sides of the war. I couldn't stomach the work, but I kept Hell so no one else could use it to do my job like I did. They may have stronger weapons now, but they're nowhere near as cool or iconic."
"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.
She notices this, and giggles softly. "Sorry, i'm.. a herangon."
"Oh!" she drops the paw. "I'm Vaska, by the way. Vaska Tajni"
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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 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.”
"Thanks. I think everyone has the potential to do good. For example, I... well, cat's out of the bag anyway, I used to be a killer. Like, little more than an executioner for my country's most hated individuals. People watched my body cam footage all over my homeland. My gun can shatter enchanted adamant vaults like glass in two taps. But I got to meet some of the kindest, most self-sacrificing people you can imagine on both sides of the war. I couldn't stomach the work, but I kept Hell so no one else could use it to do my job like I did. They may have stronger weapons now, but they're nowhere near as cool or iconic."
Mauric looks somewhat disconcerted. “…huh.”
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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.
*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.
Alix, who is on his evening run, looks over, sniffing the decay in the air "Uh.. bud? I don't think you can well.. bury those?"
"Don't worry, they asked for it." He pauses and looks up. "Actually, that sounds bad. Their souls requested a burial or cremation so that they could rest after all this time as Spectres. I lack the resources to incinerate these right now, so I'm going with the more dangerous option."
*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.
Alix, who is on his evening run, looks over, sniffing the decay in the air "Uh.. bud? I don't think you can well.. bury those?"
"Don't worry, they asked for it." He pauses and looks up. "Actually, that sounds bad. Their souls requested a burial or cremation so that they could rest after all this time as Spectres. I lack the resources to incinerate these right now, so I'm going with the more dangerous option."
"Ah.." he nods, like he understands but really he doesn't. He walks over, smiling "Guess I should say hi! My name is Alix!" He says, his tongue looking out his jowls.
"Thanks. I think everyone has the potential to do good. For example, I... well, cat's out of the bag anyway, I used to be a killer. Like, little more than an executioner for my country's most hated individuals. People watched my body cam footage all over my homeland. My gun can shatter enchanted adamant vaults like glass in two taps. But I got to meet some of the kindest, most self-sacrificing people you can imagine on both sides of the war. I couldn't stomach the work, but I kept Hell so no one else could use it to do my job like I did. They may have stronger weapons now, but they're nowhere near as cool or iconic."
Mauric looks somewhat disconcerted. “…huh.”
"My therapist actually inspired my career choice. I may not be as much as a literal big shot up here, but I do good, and that's much better than being a controversial figure for an army of ravenous consumers. It was all a show, and I thought it was really fun until I realized how much harm I was actually causing. I'm still on several Hunter Guild watchlists for what I did back then. I've got the kind of sins you can't wash off or cut out with a razor, but I don't have to let them define me, even if it does in other peoples' eyes. Anyway, I don't kill anymore. It's hard for me to even put on my gun anymore, but its too dangerous to leave anywhere."
"Don't worry, they asked for it." He pauses and looks up. "Actually, that sounds bad. Their souls requested a burial or cremation so that they could rest after all this time as Spectres. I lack the resources to incinerate these right now, so I'm going with the more dangerous option."
"Ah.." he nods, like he understands but really he doesn't. He walks over, smiling "Guess I should say hi! My name is Alix!" He says, his tongue looking out his jowls.
"Hi, Alix. My name is Marvin. Do you have a favorite song?" An odd question, given the circumstances, but delivered with honesty and good faith.
Alix, who is on his evening run, looks over, sniffing the decay in the air "Uh.. bud? I don't think you can well.. bury those?"
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
*cut*
“Can’t. Every mouthful tastes like the blood of the innocents they kill.”
Šeansal makes his way to the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thanks. I think everyone has the potential to do good. For example, I... well, cat's out of the bag anyway, I used to be a killer. Like, little more than an executioner for my country's most hated individuals. People watched my body cam footage all over my homeland. My gun can shatter enchanted adamant vaults like glass in two taps. But I got to meet some of the kindest, most self-sacrificing people you can imagine on both sides of the war. I couldn't stomach the work, but I kept Hell so no one else could use it to do my job like I did. They may have stronger weapons now, but they're nowhere near as cool or iconic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh!" she drops the paw. "I'm Vaska, by the way. Vaska Tajni"
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)
*I haven’t yet roleplayed with Alix before*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric looks somewhat disconcerted. “…huh.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Don't worry, they asked for it." He pauses and looks up. "Actually, that sounds bad. Their souls requested a burial or cremation so that they could rest after all this time as Spectres. I lack the resources to incinerate these right now, so I'm going with the more dangerous option."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Alix, a 6'4 Akita dog Barbarian, is doing his evening run. He has so far completed a full nine laps around the tavrrn
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.." he nods, like he understands but really he doesn't. He walks over, smiling "Guess I should say hi! My name is Alix!" He says, his tongue looking out his jowls.
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
Thirteen smiles absentmindedly. “Don’t worry. Only an elf could feel this much paranoia and ennui.”
Šeansal sits at a booth, raising his bandanna.
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 is in a tree, watching with great amusement.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My therapist actually inspired my career choice. I may not be as much as a literal big shot up here, but I do good, and that's much better than being a controversial figure for an army of ravenous consumers. It was all a show, and I thought it was really fun until I realized how much harm I was actually causing. I'm still on several Hunter Guild watchlists for what I did back then. I've got the kind of sins you can't wash off or cut out with a razor, but I don't have to let them define me, even if it does in other peoples' eyes. Anyway, I don't kill anymore. It's hard for me to even put on my gun anymore, but its too dangerous to leave anywhere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course!*
Alix is doing his evening runs around the tavern, completing his ninth lap
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
"Hi, Alix. My name is Marvin. Do you have a favorite song?" An odd question, given the circumstances, but delivered with honesty and good faith.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After his tenth, he sits on a rock, panting. He pulls out his canteen, drinking the water inside.
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