*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
*Im totally down to rp whenever you need it.*
*I got Alix, Allison, Ichigo, Scott, Stroth.*
*Honestly you can rp with whoever you want to deal with, seems like ya need it.*
*Any of your characters are fine, you make good characters Jester, don't forget that. You are a talented writer and your characters are so beautifully detailed.*
*Please don’t make me cry, these compliments are too much. My characters aren’t even that complex, this is supposed to be for you, not me. I wouldn’t know who to pick.*
*Your's are, they have stories, backgrounds. They are people you made and that's amazing.*
*Please, this is effecting me too much emotionally. Can play with the characters now?*
Marvin is walking away from the graveyard, loading Hell, his monstrous revolver. He's basically obliterated most of the place, leaving the remains of demons and possessed corpses lying everywhere. He sings to himself under his breath. "Oh, what a saint, you'll take the blame for such a terrible sin, now that you're finished I think that it's just about time we begin..."
*You would like Poor Man's Poison. They are a band.*
Someone watches him from afar, hellish energy and fiery tastes.
Marvin holsters his gun. "Hello?" He asks into the wind.
Marvin is walking away from the graveyard, loading Hell, his monstrous revolver. He's basically obliterated most of the place, leaving the remains of demons and possessed corpses lying everywhere. He sings to himself under his breath. "Oh, what a saint, you'll take the blame for such a terrible sin, now that you're finished I think that it's just about time we begin..."
*You would like Poor Man's Poison. They are a band.*
Someone watches him from afar, hellish energy and fiery tastes.
Marvin holsters his gun. "Hello?" He asks into the wind.
*My next response will likely be very slow.*
Off to his side, he feels warm winds blow past him and now, in front of him, is a bipedal fox woman. She wears traditional Japanese clothing, her paws clasped behind her. Her multiple tails flick around, fire seeming to spark from them "Don't mind me dearie, just watching."
*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
*Im totally down to rp whenever you need it.*
*I got Alix, Allison, Ichigo, Scott, Stroth.*
*Honestly you can rp with whoever you want to deal with, seems like ya need it.*
*Any of your characters are fine, you make good characters Jester, don't forget that. You are a talented writer and your characters are so beautifully detailed.*
*Please don’t make me cry, these compliments are too much. My characters aren’t even that complex, this is supposed to be for you, not me. I wouldn’t know who to pick.*
*Your's are, they have stories, backgrounds. They are people you made and that's amazing.*
*Please, this is effecting me too much emotionally. Can play with the characters now?*
*[Kisses your forehead and hugs you] it's okay, I just want you to know how amazing you are.*
Allison is looking around for Jester, sheets of music under one arm.
Morgana is looking for Damian, a small box in her hands.
*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
*Wanna continue?*
*Sure*
Alix thinks for a moment before hugging her "Don't be sad. I just ask because, if you are, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or anything. I like you to!" His tails thumps against the seat "I would be honored to be by your side!"
She gasps quietly, hugging him back. A soft chirp escapes her throat. Her tail thumps on the off beat of his. "Thank you, I needed to hear that, Alix..."
He grins, picking her up bridal style "This calls for a drink! What do you want? Anything at all!"
Vaska is behind the counter, cleaning out the same mug over and over and over
"Vaska?" Saphuno says as she walks behind the counter, making her presence known.
"Maam! Sorry I'm late. I didn't know what to do so..." she gestures vaguely to her cup
"It's alright little one. Gentle now, I'm going to touch your forehead." Her voice is quiet, calming. Vaska feels two paw pads on her forehead, and after a brief moment, she is able to see vague outlines of her surroundings.
"Oh! Thanks." she puts the cup away.
"No problem. Now, the job is simple, talk to customers who sit at the tables and booths, get their orders, and bring em to me. You'll also bring them their food and drinks. Can ya do it, kid?"
"Sure. I've had to do far harder than customer service"
"Well, that's all there is to it. Hope ya like my tricks, I got a lot~" She sits down at the bar, opening a cookbook.
"I don't need to cook, do I?"
She smiles warmly. "Nope, not unless you're feeling inspired."
"Thank Parthenope!" she seems relieved. "I don't cook."
"I gathered. Don't sweat it kid, the cookin's my job, and.. i'm glad you came along, you're only my third employee." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "I can barely keep this place together, let alone do it after my daughter's born..."
"I'll do what I can to help."
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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)
*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
(sure)
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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
*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
*Im totally down to rp whenever you need it.*
*I got Alix, Allison, Ichigo, Scott, Stroth.*
*Honestly you can rp with whoever you want to deal with, seems like ya need it.*
*Any of your characters are fine, you make good characters Jester, don't forget that. You are a talented writer and your characters are so beautifully detailed.*
*Please don’t make me cry, these compliments are too much. My characters aren’t even that complex, this is supposed to be for you, not me. I wouldn’t know who to pick.*
*Your's are, they have stories, backgrounds. They are people you made and that's amazing.*
*Please, this is effecting me too much emotionally. Can play with the characters now?*
*[Kisses your forehead and hugs you] it's okay, I just want you to know how amazing you are.*
Allison is looking around for Jester, sheets of music under one arm.
Morgana is looking for Damian, a small box in her hands.
*Im going to intro a new character tomorrow because of you, thanks. Really.*
The Jester is found standing atop the wagon he rode in on, playing to his heart’s content.
Damian is sitting outside of the tavern, a little smile on his face as he looks to the sky.
He looks down to Jax, his mismatched pupils filled with a little bit of tiredness “What do you want from me?”
*Please, this is effecting me too much emotionally. Can play with the characters now?*
Marvin holsters his gun. "Hello?" He asks into the wind.
*My next response will likely be very slow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Scott raises a brow, closing his book and walking over "are you okay?"
Alix looks around, ears perked up "Hello?"
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
“Try it and you’ll end up a burning corpse. Probably less than that.”
Off to his side, he feels warm winds blow past him and now, in front of him, is a bipedal fox woman. She wears traditional Japanese clothing, her paws clasped behind her. Her multiple tails flick around, fire seeming to spark from them "Don't mind me dearie, just watching."
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
“You want my help, tiny fuzzy man? Fifty-eight. This is generosity.” He growls.
“Justice.” He responds, chuckling. “Maybe the love one too, but I consider myself married to my profession.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*[Kisses your forehead and hugs you] it's okay, I just want you to know how amazing you are.*
Allison is looking around for Jester, sheets of music under one arm.
Morgana is looking for Damian, a small box in her hands.
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’s bluish-green eyes have a faint silver gleam over their top half. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
They flatten along the ground, their glowing figure dimming slightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He grins, picking her up bridal style "This calls for a drink! What do you want? Anything at all!"
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
"I'll do what I can to help."
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)
Scott tilts his head, hesitating to say anything. He walks Thirteen over to the sofa to sit.
Alix sniffs the air "I heard you. You don't have to be scared."
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
(sure)
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
*Im going to intro a new character tomorrow because of you, thanks. Really.*
The Jester is found standing atop the wagon he rode in on, playing to his heart’s content.
Damian is sitting outside of the tavern, a little smile on his face as he looks to the sky.
Xan is looking for Isaac, grumbling about how cold it is.
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