Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Do you want any of mine? If so, who do you want for whom? Stroth and someone, or Scott and someone? I really don’t feel like picking somebody, this time, I’ll pick next time.*
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Do you want any of mine? If so, who do you want for whom? Stroth and someone, or Scott and someone? I really don’t feel like picking somebody, this time, I’ll pick next time.*
*I suppose... Sparrow since you like him a lot and Dracula?*
Reese, now properly nourished and a bit cut from following along with Alix’s regimens, sits at the bar in front of Damian, quite interested in the child he holds in his arms. “Whatcha got there, Big Momma’s Husband?”
He laughs quietly at the title, not to wake his daughter “Shhh. I’ve got my child here, isn’t she beautiful?” He wakes Domino up, beginning to feed her the baby food slowly and carefully, “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Damian. You are?”
She smiles, understanding and lowering her voice. "Ohh, okay.. she's very cute, but... she's yours?... okay... I'm Reese, nice to meet you, Damian."
He nods, “She’s mine, even if it’s hard to believe. The pleasure is all mine Reese. Are you the one who caught the thing at the wedding?” He says, a little bit of recognition in his voice.
"Okay, I believe you. She's growing so fast.." She nods slowly, holding her head in paws, blushing softly. "yeah, I caught the flowers, been buggin' Alix about it ever since, but he's so silly, so it's fun."
“Well may the implications of the flowers be true for you, and if they are, may your marriage last.” He chuckles lightly “I’d give some advice on waiting for the right person, but I got married and had a child in little more than a month.”
She chuckles dreamily, her tail giving a slight wag behind her. "Thank you, Damian, I wish the best for you and Saphuno as well."
*I might be tripping, but I think a month is an exaggeration.. correct me if I'm wrong*
*I may be tripping, because I can’t keep track of time, either way it was less than a year, so it was still very fast.*
He sighs and nods “So do I. I’m probably going to be busy for the rest of day, so I won’t be able to serve you.” He says, continuing to feed the baby.
*If you want to continue rp, another one of my characters would be better.*
*thats a good idea. Marie?*
*Sure thing.*
Marie is sitting in a tree alone, in her usual pitch black attire, flipping a knife in one hand with a smile visible from underneath her wide brimmed hat. She is holding some poison darts in between the fingers of her other gloved hand, the corpse of a person at the bases of the tree, poison pumping through their veins.
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
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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
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
He waves back "how was your walk?"
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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
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Do you want any of mine? If so, who do you want for whom? Stroth and someone, or Scott and someone? I really don’t feel like picking somebody, this time, I’ll pick next time.*
*I suppose... Sparrow since you like him a lot and Dracula?*
*Okay, but I don’t like Sparrow, he’s just my only country character, I have to love him, its mandatory*
Sparrow is walking through the forest, spinning Rosemary in his hand with little flare.
Dracula is doing what he always does, playing a video game by himself, the smell of blood more potent than before from his recent feast.
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
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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)
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Do you want any of mine? If so, who do you want for whom? Stroth and someone, or Scott and someone? I really don’t feel like picking somebody, this time, I’ll pick next time.*
*I suppose... Sparrow since you like him a lot and Dracula?*
*Okay, but I don’t like Sparrow, he’s just my only country character, I have to love him, its mandatory*
Sparrow is walking through the forest, spinning Rosemary in his hand with little flare.
Dracula is doing what he always does, playing a video game by himself, the smell of blood more potent than before from his recent feast.
*Oh, I thought you had said you liked him.. Ack, I'm sorry.*
Stroth looks over and rolls over, kicking her feet.
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Alix, whose floof has floofed up more since the colder weather, is inside the tavern. He is eating some chimken soup.
Reese, layered up a bit more due to the same reasons, holding a battered book, sits down next to him, smiling. Though it's hard to tell through her baggy hoodie and sweats, she is more filled out and even a bit cut. Her coat is glossier and softer, all effects of actually eating and excersising with Alix. "Hi, hun~"
Alix looks up, his tail immediately wagging. "Hi Reese!" he chirps, beaming happily "How are you? You look really pretty!"
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
He waves back "how was your walk?"
"Pretty good over all." He nods.
"good to hear"
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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
*Do you want any of mine? If so, who do you want for whom? Stroth and someone, or Scott and someone? I really don’t feel like picking somebody, this time, I’ll pick next time.*
*I suppose... Sparrow since you like him a lot and Dracula?*
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 thing.*
Marie is sitting in a tree alone, in her usual pitch black attire, flipping a knife in one hand with a smile visible from underneath her wide brimmed hat. She is holding some poison darts in between the fingers of her other gloved hand, the corpse of a person at the bases of the tree, poison pumping through their veins.
isaac is inside tinkering with an old radio and headset
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
Scott returns after his walk and looks over, waving.
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 waves back "how was your walk?"
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
*Sure*
Alix, whose floof has floofed up more since the colder weather, is inside the tavern. He is eating some chimken soup.
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
"Pretty good over all." He nods.
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
*Okay, but I don’t like Sparrow, he’s just my only country character, I have to love him, its mandatory*
Sparrow is walking through the forest, spinning Rosemary in his hand with little flare.
Dracula is doing what he always does, playing a video game by himself, the smell of blood more potent than before from his recent feast.
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 tilts her head, "Are you alright?"
*Oh, I thought you had said you liked him.. Ack, I'm sorry.*
Stroth looks over and rolls over, kicking her feet.
Scott pokes him "Hi."
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 is looking for Omori.
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
Alix looks up, his tail immediately wagging. "Hi Reese!" he chirps, beaming happily "How are you? You look really pretty!"
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 to hear"
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