Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
Sparrow is in the forest, putting on a costume for the spirit of the Halloween season. Taking the look of a studious wizard with a knack for magitech, using Rosemary as his sort of wand.
Stroth curses as she kicks the tree, it cracking like glass. She folds her arms, huffing in anger
He walks up to her, having hear her through the forest. He sees the tree, leaning against another “Howdy Stroth, you doin okay?”
She whips around and runs a hand through her hair "No... Been growing this thing for awhile and I found out that the seed I germinated didn't produce the right substance I need."
He scratches his scruffy beard “I know a little bit of what that means, I’m sorry, but I ain’t that smart.” He leans over and kisses her forehead “But I know you can get it with another try.”
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
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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.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
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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
Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
Sparrow is in the forest, putting on a costume for the spirit of the Halloween season. Taking the look of a studious wizard with a knack for magitech, using Rosemary as his sort of wand.
Stroth curses as she kicks the tree, it cracking like glass. She folds her arms, huffing in anger
He walks up to her, having hear her through the forest. He sees the tree, leaning against another “Howdy Stroth, you doin okay?”
She whips around and runs a hand through her hair "No... Been growing this thing for awhile and I found out that the seed I germinated didn't produce the right substance I need."
He scratches his scruffy beard “I know a little bit of what that means, I’m sorry, but I ain’t that smart.” He leans over and kisses her forehead “But I know you can get it with another try.”
She sighs "Another five years.." she folds her arms "Waiting the hard part."
*other character besides the one thats interacting with domino :>*
Tycho is watching the party from a rooftop
Georgie is trick or treating
Mirror is on the outskirts of town, confused on why it's being complimented on it's 'costume'
Isaac comes up with a telescope
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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
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
“As long as we take turns, we should probably get back to serving huh?” He looks back to the corner.
All who are attending have eaten already. "No, I have [that one character of fry's, the blind girl who I gave fuzzy vision] to cover drinks for us, it should be fine"
He nods “Well then what do you want to do? Dance the night away?”
"sure, 'dance'~" She says, snickering
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
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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.
Isaac is listening to music over a radio. Blueprints and spare metal parts cover the table he is working at
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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
Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
Sparrow is in the forest, putting on a costume for the spirit of the Halloween season. Taking the look of a studious wizard with a knack for magitech, using Rosemary as his sort of wand.
Stroth curses as she kicks the tree, it cracking like glass. She folds her arms, huffing in anger
He walks up to her, having hear her through the forest. He sees the tree, leaning against another “Howdy Stroth, you doin okay?”
She whips around and runs a hand through her hair "No... Been growing this thing for awhile and I found out that the seed I germinated didn't produce the right substance I need."
He scratches his scruffy beard “I know a little bit of what that means, I’m sorry, but I ain’t that smart.” He leans over and kisses her forehead “But I know you can get it with another try.”
She sighs "Another five years.." she folds her arms "Waiting the hard part."
“I’ve got complete an utter confidence in you.” He smiles, “Enjoy the night, it’s Halloween. What do you think of my costume?”
"how long has it been?" she ruffles her hair just like she used to, but it looks a little different now that it's nearly down to her shoulderblades and looks like a licorice rat's nest.
"years...I had been teaching for a few years when everything went down.."
"It must have been awful for you"
*lore peony's dad cursed her to die at 25 when she deposed him.*
"it did... it hurt, badly..." She says, finally letting it go, crying silently
"I'm so sorry"
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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)
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
*Do want to deal with any of mine this fine night?*
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
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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
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
As Thirteen and his horde head toward town, they hear loud POP sounds, like balloons bursting. They come across the Cursebutcher, his red eyes gleaming under his baseball cap as he smiles warmly and stomps out a cigarette. There are quite a few corpses lying around him, and his suppressed pistol has a bit of smoke coming off of it. "Nice costume. These ones yours?" He gestures to the myriad of the forcibly de-animated with holes in their heads.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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He scratches his scruffy beard “I know a little bit of what that means, I’m sorry, but I ain’t that smart.” He leans over and kisses her forehead “But I know you can get it with another try.”
*well uh anyway*
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*other character besides the one thats interacting with domino :>*
Tycho is watching the party from a rooftop
Georgie is trick or treating
Mirror is on the outskirts of town, confused on why it's being complimented on it's 'costume'
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
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
She sighs "Another five years.." she folds her arms "Waiting the hard part."
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
Isaac comes up with a telescope
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 appears next to him, sitting down.
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 to rp wendigo)
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
*For a little bit, I might be heading to bed.*
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
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide.
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey Salem wanna rp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(okay)
Isaac is listening to music over a radio. Blueprints and spare metal parts cover the table he is working at
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
“I’ve got complete an utter confidence in you.” He smiles, “Enjoy the night, it’s Halloween. What do you think of my costume?”
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)
*Do want to deal with any of mine this fine night?*
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
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 looks over curiously
He smiles, "Happy hallows eve"
As Thirteen and his horde head toward town, they hear loud POP sounds, like balloons bursting. They come across the Cursebutcher, his red eyes gleaming under his baseball cap as he smiles warmly and stomps out a cigarette. There are quite a few corpses lying around him, and his suppressed pistol has a bit of smoke coming off of it. "Nice costume. These ones yours?" He gestures to the myriad of the forcibly de-animated with holes in their heads.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels