Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
Klei is practicing his swordplay nearby.
Mauric knocks on the kitchen door.
Loriche is erecting markers near the Guilt House.
Okigaro watches, she looks a bit sad.
William opens it, eyes narrowed.
Home peeks out and raises a brow "Whatcha doing?"
Klei eventually tucks his shortsword back into his belt and turns. He waves to Okigaro politely.
“Hi William!” Mauric smiles widely. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Loriche slams a brass rod into the ground. “Just marking this area for later reference. Hope it doesn’t make the house mad.”
She bows and walks back inside.
"Yes." He nods and lets him come inside.
He places his hands in his pockets and chuckles "Yeah... Lets hope."
He nods. "Hey, this is kind of a weird question, but... what does the cold feel like?"
He takes a moment to consider the question, looking to his infernal glove “I assume you don’t mean literally… I’d have to say desolation, the absence of what life is supposed to be. For a long time, I felt nothing but cold, every day meaningless, just waiting for the next.”
He nods. "How did you... warm up?"
He blows another puff of smoke “Love came back into my life, and with it, new warmth. Warmth that meant more than just the fleeting moment of cigarette smoke.”
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
Klei is practicing his swordplay nearby.
Mauric knocks on the kitchen door.
Loriche is erecting markers near the Guilt House.
Okigaro watches, she looks a bit sad.
William opens it, eyes narrowed.
Home peeks out and raises a brow "Whatcha doing?"
Klei eventually tucks his shortsword back into his belt and turns. He waves to Okigaro politely.
“Hi William!” Mauric smiles widely. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Loriche slams a brass rod into the ground. “Just marking this area for later reference. Hope it doesn’t make the house mad.”
She bows and walks back inside.
"Yes." He nods and lets him come inside.
He places his hands in his pockets and chuckles "Yeah... Let’s hope."
*okigaro is the oni mother right?*
Mauric walks inside, looking around fondly at the Red Plate. “Wow, the place is the same as ever… so how’ve you been?”
“So you really can’t come outside? What if I, like, grab your arm and pull you while you’re in the doorway?”
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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.
He blows another puff of smoke “Love came back into my life, and with it, new warmth. Warmth that meant more than just the fleeting moment of cigarette smoke.”
"So you are grateful for your love?" He tilts his head, his ears flopping a bit.
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
Klei is practicing his swordplay nearby.
Mauric knocks on the kitchen door.
Loriche is erecting markers near the Guilt House.
Okigaro watches, she looks a bit sad.
William opens it, eyes narrowed.
Home peeks out and raises a brow "Whatcha doing?"
Klei eventually tucks his shortsword back into his belt and turns. He waves to Okigaro politely.
“Hi William!” Mauric smiles widely. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Loriche slams a brass rod into the ground. “Just marking this area for later reference. Hope it doesn’t make the house mad.”
She bows and walks back inside.
"Yes." He nods and lets him come inside.
He places his hands in his pockets and chuckles "Yeah... Let’s hope."
*okigaro is the oni mother right?*
Mauric walks inside, looking around fondly at the Red Plate. “Wow, the place is the same as ever… so how’ve you been?”
“So you really can’t come outside? What if I, like, grab your arm and pull you while you’re in the doorway?”
*Yep*
"Had to rebuild everything. Had to get rid of a trenchcoat full of prawns. Lost a friend." He grumbles, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Nah, I've tried." he shrugs and walks right up to the border.
He blows another puff of smoke “Love came back into my life, and with it, new warmth. Warmth that meant more than just the fleeting moment of cigarette smoke.”
"So you are grateful for your love?" He tilts his head, his ears flopping a bit.
He nods, smiling “Love is something I care about more than anythin, and I love her more than anythin.”
"So you are grateful for your love?" He tilts his head, his ears flopping a bit.
He nods, smiling “Love is something I care about more than anythin, and I love her more than anythin.”
"But you throw yourself into these dangerous situations. If you die, she won't have you anymore, and your job will go undone until someone less qualified comes around to do it."
He steeples his paws. "What would you sacrifice for your love?"
She bows and walks back inside.
"Yes." He nods and lets him come inside.
He places his hands in his pockets and chuckles "Yeah... Lets hope."
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 blows another puff of smoke “Love came back into my life, and with it, new warmth. Warmth that meant more than just the fleeting moment of cigarette smoke.”
*Cadel walks back downstairs after his second nap of the day*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*Hey I’m back after boxing with my friend, going all out and all that, anybody want to rp or just talk, or interact in any way?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow, scuttling around.
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
*Bet*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*okigaro is the oni mother right?*
Mauric walks inside, looking around fondly at the Red Plate. “Wow, the place is the same as ever… so how’ve you been?”
“So you really can’t come outside? What if I, like, grab your arm and pull you while you’re in the doorway?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Bet
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
"So you are grateful for your love?" He tilts his head, his ears flopping a bit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yep*
"Had to rebuild everything. Had to get rid of a trenchcoat full of prawns. Lost a friend." He grumbles, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Nah, I've tried." he shrugs and walks right up to the border.
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
*Oh, okay.*
She would find Sparrow at his camp, full of holes and nearly dead, just resting against a tree.
*cut*
Klei examines the building from his position, curious.
“Oh.” Mauric looks sympathetic. “…a trench coat full of prawns??”
“Can you destroy the house? Not to offend it, just a question.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She curses, running over. She waves a hand and begins to cast Heal on him.
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
The building itself looks like a rather worn Minka. Bamboo grows around it, in different stages of growth.
"Yes, and if I ever see them again, I am going to boil each one." He sighs.
"No.. Every once and awhile the basement is on fire but nothing ever dies or goes away."
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
*Cadel wanders around the wilderness outside the tavern, not to return for a short while*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
Klei starts walking away, but suddenly whips out his shortsword and slashes at one of the bamboo stalks like a swashbuckler.
“…what did they do???”
“Oof. How long have you been here?”
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 nods, smiling “Love is something I care about more than anythin, and I love her more than anythin.”
The holes in him begin to close, as he raises his head, covered in blood “How ya doin love?”
"But you throw yourself into these dangerous situations. If you die, she won't have you anymore, and your job will go undone until someone less qualified comes around to do it."
He steeples his paws. "What would you sacrifice for your love?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sorry I disappeared, speculating fictional fights with a friend.*