Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
Theren is sitting in his destroyed garden, a frown on his face.
Phoenix is in town having a PTSD flashback as he stares at some dead City Watch members.
The Tarnished is staggering through the woods with his torn armor, blood dripping from the wounds.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Phoenix stumbles past, looking shell shocked.
The Tarnished stumbles in, blood pooling under him from his wounds
Stroth looks over, a brow raised. She walks over, poking him. When he turns to look at her, he can only see Jack standing before him.
Allison looks over, pumping up, cursing. She helps him over to a chair.
Phoenix doesn't seem to fully know where he is.
He sits down heavily, his armor covering his wounds
Stroth/Jack waves their hand in his face "Hey, you okay there?"
She begins to pull off the armor slowly, trying to find the wounds.
He shakes his head no, collapsing into their arms.
Underneath the armor his chest is cut to ribbons. He is average built with blue eyes and dark brown hair. There is a light splash of freckles across his nose as well
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
He shrugs, and opens his mouth, sticking the match inside to douse the flames one way or another. He then closes his mouth.
Rowan refuses to have the cover all to himself, wrapping it back around her, "Are you okay?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren is sitting in his destroyed garden, a frown on his face.
Phoenix is in town having a PTSD flashback as he stares at some dead City Watch members.
The Tarnished is staggering through the woods with his torn armor, blood dripping from the wounds.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Phoenix stumbles past, looking shell shocked.
The Tarnished stumbles in, blood pooling under him from his wounds
Stroth looks over, a brow raised. She walks over, poking him. When he turns to look at her, he can only see Jack standing before him.
Allison looks over, pumping up, cursing. She helps him over to a chair.
Phoenix doesn't seem to fully know where he is.
He sits down heavily, his armor covering his wounds
Stroth/Jack waves their hand in his face "Hey, you okay there?"
She begins to pull off the armor slowly, trying to find the wounds.
He shakes his head no, collapsing into their arms.
Underneath the armor his chest is cut to ribbons. He is average built with blue eyes and dark brown hair. There is a light splash of freckles across his nose as well
Stroth/Jack blinks, confused and then shrugs, carrying him off.
She begins to heal him quietly, her spells working well.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
He shrugs, and opens his mouth, sticking the match inside to douse the flames one way or another. He then closes his mouth.
Rowan refuses to have the cover all to himself, wrapping it back around her, "Are you okay?"
She huffs "You are no fun."
"Yes?... No." She shrugs "Tired I suppose. Are you doing okay?"
Theren is sitting in his destroyed garden, a frown on his face.
Phoenix is in town having a PTSD flashback as he stares at some dead City Watch members.
The Tarnished is staggering through the woods with his torn armor, blood dripping from the wounds.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Phoenix stumbles past, looking shell shocked.
The Tarnished stumbles in, blood pooling under him from his wounds
Stroth looks over, a brow raised. She walks over, poking him. When he turns to look at her, he can only see Jack standing before him.
Allison looks over, pumping up, cursing. She helps him over to a chair.
Phoenix doesn't seem to fully know where he is.
He sits down heavily, his armor covering his wounds
Stroth/Jack waves their hand in his face "Hey, you okay there?"
She begins to pull off the armor slowly, trying to find the wounds.
He shakes his head no, collapsing into their arms.
Underneath the armor his chest is cut to ribbons. He is average built with blue eyes and dark brown hair. There is a light splash of freckles across his nose as well
Stroth/Jack blinks, confused and then shrugs, carrying him off.
She begins to heal him quietly, her spells working well.
"Jack....need...jack..."
He sits in silence, watching her work
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
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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
Theren is sitting in his destroyed garden, a frown on his face.
Phoenix is in town having a PTSD flashback as he stares at some dead City Watch members.
The Tarnished is staggering through the woods with his torn armor, blood dripping from the wounds.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Phoenix stumbles past, looking shell shocked.
The Tarnished stumbles in, blood pooling under him from his wounds
Stroth looks over, a brow raised. She walks over, poking him. When he turns to look at her, he can only see Jack standing before him.
Allison looks over, pumping up, cursing. She helps him over to a chair.
Phoenix doesn't seem to fully know where he is.
He sits down heavily, his armor covering his wounds
Stroth/Jack waves their hand in his face "Hey, you okay there?"
She begins to pull off the armor slowly, trying to find the wounds.
He shakes his head no, collapsing into their arms.
Underneath the armor his chest is cut to ribbons. He is average built with blue eyes and dark brown hair. There is a light splash of freckles across his nose as well
Stroth/Jack blinks, confused and then shrugs, carrying him off.
She begins to heal him quietly, her spells working well.
"Jack....need...jack..."
He sits in silence, watching her work
Stroth/Jack leads him to the tavern, fully shapeshifting into Jack "I'm here."
After she is done, she ties back her hair, sighing "That should hold."
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
He shrugs, and opens his mouth, sticking the match inside to douse the flames one way or another. He then closes his mouth.
Rowan refuses to have the cover all to himself, wrapping it back around her, "Are you okay?"
She huffs "You are no fun."
"Yes?... No." She shrugs "Tired I suppose. Are you doing okay?"
He lets the smoke billow out of his mouth "Let me get drunk before ya start playin' with fire."
He wraps an arm around her "I'm doing fine I guess, the voices are back, so that isn't great."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
Sparrow Valentine is sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, drinking from his flask. He also has a match in one hand, just watching it burn.
The Jester walks into the library, shivering from also being cold, because he chooses to always wear only one layer.
Stroth narrows her eyes at the flame and suddenly the flame grows wilder.
Allison looks over and opens her blanket up for him.
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
He shrugs, and opens his mouth, sticking the match inside to douse the flames one way or another. He then closes his mouth.
Rowan refuses to have the cover all to himself, wrapping it back around her, "Are you okay?"
She huffs "You are no fun."
"Yes?... No." She shrugs "Tired I suppose. Are you doing okay?"
He lets the smoke billow out of his mouth "Let me get drunk before ya start playin' with fire."
He wraps an arm around her "I'm doing fine I guess, the voices are back, so that isn't great."
"Fire is fun though" She huffs, tilting her head.
"Voices?" She raises a brow.
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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
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(Dude, when I lost, the Dark Side of the moon just gave me the s t a r e, lmao.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
He raises his celestial glove, putting two fingers over the flames to calm them down.
The Jester's mask smiles, before he takes off the mask, putting it on a nearby table and sitting down next to her "Thanks."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Phoenix stumbles past, looking shell shocked.
The Tarnished stumbles in, blood pooling under him from his wounds
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grins, her eyes brightening as the flame doesn't seem to die down in the slightest.
She nods quietly and wraps it around him, forgoing her own warmth.
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
Stroth looks over, a brow raised. She walks over, poking him. When he turns to look at her, he can only see Jack standing before him.
Allison looks over, pumping up, cursing. She helps him over to a chair.
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
Phoenix doesn't seem to fully know where he is.
He sits down heavily, his armor covering his wounds
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth/Jack waves their hand in his face "Hey, you okay there?"
She begins to pull off the armor slowly, trying to find the wounds.
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
He shakes his head no, collapsing into their arms.
Underneath the armor his chest is cut to ribbons. He is average built with blue eyes and dark brown hair. There is a light splash of freckles across his nose as well
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shrugs, and opens his mouth, sticking the match inside to douse the flames one way or another. He then closes his mouth.
Rowan refuses to have the cover all to himself, wrapping it back around her, "Are you okay?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Stroth/Jack blinks, confused and then shrugs, carrying him off.
She begins to heal him quietly, her spells working well.
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
She huffs "You are no fun."
"Yes?... No." She shrugs "Tired I suppose. Are you doing okay?"
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
"Jack....need...jack..."
He sits in silence, watching her work
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
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
Stroth/Jack leads him to the tavern, fully shapeshifting into Jack "I'm here."
After she is done, she ties back her hair, sighing "That should hold."
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
*Good morning!*
The Seer is sitting in the back corner of the Inn. She seems frustrated by something.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
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
"Dead...guards..."
He nods his thanks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He lets the smoke billow out of his mouth "Let me get drunk before ya start playin' with fire."
He wraps an arm around her "I'm doing fine I guess, the voices are back, so that isn't great."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I know. I saw." They said, patting his back.
"Want me to go find her?"
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
"Fire is fun though" She huffs, tilting her head.
"Voices?" She raises a brow.
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