"You wont find your answers at the bottom of a mug." It says, ruffling the top of her head. "But, you found me, so, good enough?"
Shade blinks and looks for the voice. "uuhg"
Sitting next to her (if she is learned, she will recognize it as Salem, the essential therapeutic Sandman, among other things) [yes, self insert :3] is a pitch black short anthro wolf with pure white eyes, and is a bit on the chubbier side of things.
Shade's fur goes bright pink
"So, Shade, right? You drank quite a bit, I'm surprised Saphy Taffy let you.. you must have taken an entire keg!"
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
A tall young man enters the tavern, dressed in a white apron and cap over his mundane sweater and jeans. He has medium-length dark wavy hair and sunken red eyes. Oh, and a bulky 1990s-style chainsaw in one hand, the fresh blood on it cleaned off just enough that it doesn't drip on the floor. His face and apron are at a similar level of messiness. "Do you guys have a laundry cleaning service? There are a lot of lesser vampires around here, and they tend to overeat when they can. When you kill them, they sort of... pop."
Domino runs to her mother, Saphuno, in fright. Saphuno sizes up the man, confused a bit. "Well, I suppose we have a washer and dryer available for use, but, I'm not subjecting myself or any of my employees to your.. garments."
He seems completely casual about this. Not like he's bored, but just like this is such a regular occurrence that it doesn't bear complaining about. "I'd rather do it myself anyway. I just need some soap." He fishes some loose coins out of his apron pocket. Just about every type imaginable, just not in great amounts.
Something that happened during Salem's time with the Writer has forced him to keep his physical form.. he drinks his troubles away at the bar.
Domino is walking around the tavern, slaying pretend monsters.
Sparrow walks into the bar, basically because I don’t want to write his appearance, he’s an Aasimar cowboy with two magic gloves, one celestial, the other infernal, and a six shooter named Rosemary. He sits down next to them, moving his brown hair from his face a downing a whiskey.
Gon watches them fight the pretend monsters with a look of childlike awe, because he is a child.
He seems completely casual about this. Not like he's bored, but just like this is such a regular occurrence that it doesn't bear complaining about. "I'd rather do it myself anyway. I just need some soap." He fishes some loose coins out of his apron pocket. Just about every type imaginable, just not in great amounts.
She points to the laundry room. "Over there, sir."
The man tips his cap and goes to wash his overclothes. He leaves the coins on the bar and brings his chainsaw with him.
"You wont find your answers at the bottom of a mug." It says, ruffling the top of her head. "But, you found me, so, good enough?"
Shade blinks and looks for the voice. "uuhg"
Sitting next to her (if she is learned, she will recognize it as Salem, the essential therapeutic Sandman, among other things) [yes, self insert :3] is a pitch black short anthro wolf with pure white eyes, and is a bit on the chubbier side of things.
Shade's fur goes bright pink
"So, Shade, right? You drank quite a bit, I'm surprised Saphy Taffy let you.. you must have taken an entire keg!"
Shade hiccups. "it waz two..."
"Well, now you get to deal with me. Drink this" It says, handing her a mug of coffee.
Shade eagerly takes a big mouthful of the new drink and then spits it all over the floor. "thats terrible!"
A group of hunters is currently being massacred by Mirror
-free choice-
Isaac is by him reading up on stars
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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
Something that happened during Salem's time with the Writer has forced him to keep his physical form.. he drinks his troubles away at the bar.
Domino is walking around the tavern, slaying pretend monsters.
Sparrow walks into the bar, basically because I don’t want to write his appearance, he’s an Aasimar cowboy with two magic gloves, one celestial, the other infernal, and a six shooter named Rosemary. He sits down next to them, moving his brown hair from his face a downing a whiskey.
Gon watches them fight the pretend monsters with a look of childlike awe, because he is a child.
They raise a mug to him politely, downing the rest of it, quickly getting a refill (Saphuno loves making alcoholics)
Domino has the Elegeance you'd expect a 10 year old to have, laughing with pride as she takes down multiple with one slash.
He takes the mug in cheers “Howdy there pardner.” He drinks it down, something on his back glowing dark red. *Alcoholics love Saphuno, just ask Damian.*
He watches with the awe of a child and an adventurer, copying her movements exactly the same as herself, laughing his own.
A group of hunters is currently being massacred by Mirror
-free choice-
Isaac is by him reading up on stars
After finishing the short book he was reading, he returns the book, eventually walking over to isaac, "What are you reading?"
He puts down the book "it's about stars and how they are formed"
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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
"You wont find your answers at the bottom of a mug." It says, ruffling the top of her head. "But, you found me, so, good enough?"
Shade blinks and looks for the voice. "uuhg"
Sitting next to her (if she is learned, she will recognize it as Salem, the essential therapeutic Sandman, among other things) [yes, self insert :3] is a pitch black short anthro wolf with pure white eyes, and is a bit on the chubbier side of things.
Shade's fur goes bright pink
"So, Shade, right? You drank quite a bit, I'm surprised Saphy Taffy let you.. you must have taken an entire keg!"
Shade hiccups. "it waz two..."
"Well, now you get to deal with me. Drink this" It says, handing her a mug of coffee.
Shade eagerly takes a big mouthful of the new drink and then spits it all over the floor. "thats terrible!"
"Oh, god. You're one of those... Maybe you need water?" It asks, rubbing her back tenderly.
The man tips his cap and goes to wash his overclothes. He leaves the coins on the bar and brings his chainsaw with him.
*You can make a History check if you desire.*
*this feels important so, yeah, 16*
She begins to sort the coins, eventually throwing them into a jar under the counter.
*She remembers hearing something about a ghost with a chainsaw that has started haunting the town. There's a ton more to the story, but that's all she overheard.*
He quietly sets down his weapon and begins to wash his apron, then rinsing off his face and hands.
*Ill check there, that’s a very good ending.*
Shade hiccups. "it waz two..."
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(is anyone open)
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
He seems completely casual about this. Not like he's bored, but just like this is such a regular occurrence that it doesn't bear complaining about. "I'd rather do it myself anyway. I just need some soap." He fishes some loose coins out of his apron pocket. Just about every type imaginable, just not in great amounts.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Characters*
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, as he usually is
Georgie is reading in the library
A group of hunters is currently being massacred by Mirror
-free choice-
Sparrow walks into the bar, basically because I don’t want to write his appearance, he’s an Aasimar cowboy with two magic gloves, one celestial, the other infernal, and a six shooter named Rosemary. He sits down next to them, moving his brown hair from his face a downing a whiskey.
Gon watches them fight the pretend monsters with a look of childlike awe, because he is a child.
The man tips his cap and goes to wash his overclothes. He leaves the coins on the bar and brings his chainsaw with him.
*You can make a History check if you desire.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shade eagerly takes a big mouthful of the new drink and then spits it all over the floor. "thats terrible!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Isaac is by him reading up on stars
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
After finishing the short book he was reading, he returns the book, eventually walking over to isaac, "What are you reading?"
He takes the mug in cheers “Howdy there pardner.” He drinks it down, something on his back glowing dark red. *Alcoholics love Saphuno, just ask Damian.*
He watches with the awe of a child and an adventurer, copying her movements exactly the same as herself, laughing his own.
He puts down the book "it's about stars and how they are formed"
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
"wazat?" Shade blinks
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*She remembers hearing something about a ghost with a chainsaw that has started haunting the town. There's a ton more to the story, but that's all she overheard.*
He quietly sets down his weapon and begins to wash his apron, then rinsing off his face and hands.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels