A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
Loriche hops off of the frame and lands on the ground with a clang. “Say, how’d you know I was a woman to begin with?”
"You smell the same as me and different compared to other males."
“I’d have thought all the bodily stuff woulda been gone after 900 years… oh well.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
Loriche hops off of the frame and lands on the ground with a clang. “Say, how’d you know I was a woman to begin with?”
"You smell the same as me and different compared to other males."
“I’d have thought all the bodily stuff woulda been gone after 900 years… oh well.”
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
They grin, setting up a small fire with a fancy, bedazzled lighter "Looks good!!"
Zeph goes for a fist bump, nodding.
They fist bump him back, sitting down beside the fire.
He sits down, pulling a small case out of the messenger bag. From within, he draws a perfectly rolled, crisp joint. He looks at them, raising an eyebrow.
They gasp, stumbling to stand up and grinning "The fattest god roll. A treasure indeed.'" they chuckle.
"How're ya?' he asks, raising a brow and leaning against the door frame.
"i'm not doing well" he sighs
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’d have thought all the bodily stuff woulda been gone after 900 years… oh well.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah, deodorant helps I find.' they shrug
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 knocks on the door
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
*salem cut*
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They fist bump him back, sitting down beside the fire.
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
Xan rolls out of bed and opens it
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 smiles "hey"
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
"How're ya?' he asks, raising a brow and leaning against the door frame.
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
They gasp, stumbling to stand up and grinning "The fattest god roll. A treasure indeed.'" they chuckle.
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
*Hey y'all, I'm 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
"i'm not doing well" he sighs
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
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good night mon ami. if you awake to find some malicious drude tormenting your memories, attack it with the image of the cross*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.