*pushing my feelings ever deeper down into the well of soul so… good! 😊*
*That doesn’t sound very good, but I’m not much better am I. It’s good to express your emotions, don’t want to end up like Mob.*
*yeah true*
*Thats what I’m here for man.*
*private and charter schools should be torn down and their funding should be poured into taxes that are meant to support public schools. but the administration is going to ban discussion of gender, race, or orientation in public schools to begin with and sue colleges to build a university of fanaticizing propaganda so why would they care*
*I completely agree, private schools are not good in the slightest, they provide nothing that you cannot just learn in public schools, more making people just weird and arrogant. Administrators are usually too biased to be trusted, not enough people care about the consequences of their actions.*
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.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
She looks down at him, brow furrowed. "So, what's the matter, little one? what troubles your little head?" She says, picking out her tea.
“I’m a snake. I don’t do good in the cold. And my marilith ran away.”
the whole chair shifts closer to the fireplace. She mulls on his words, chewing them (metaphorically) while setting her desired tea bag into her mug. "I see... that must be frustrating. My dear Waul has found a marilith near the square, maybe it's yours..."
“Does it have one skeletal arm and the head of a stag?” He asks curiously, leaning forward a little.
"let me ask, dear." she says, holding his face with her paw gently. She thinks for a second. "Yes, that matches his description."
Riotan looks at your hand uncomfortably. “Do you know what a marilith is?”
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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.
*pushing my feelings ever deeper down into the well of soul so… good! 😊*
*That doesn’t sound very good, but I’m not much better am I. It’s good to express your emotions, don’t want to end up like Mob.*
*yeah true*
*Thats what I’m here for man.*
*private and charter schools should be torn down and their funding should be poured into taxes that are meant to support public schools. but the administration is going to ban discussion of gender, race, or orientation in public schools to begin with and sue colleges to build a university of fanaticizing propaganda so why would they care*
*I completely agree, private schools are not good in the slightest, they provide nothing that you cannot just learn in public schools, more making people just weird and arrogant. Administrators are usually too biased to be trusted, not enough people care about the consequences of their actions.*
*i was talking about the executive administration but what you say is correct too*
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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.
"Cute.." He says, pushing their forehead with a pad. They feel a slight sense of dread."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, except for with me, it will get you probably anything.."
He smiles only wider, beginning to shuffle from foot to foot “Wow, you haven’t even touched me yet and I feel like I’ve made a terrible mistake, fun.”
He quickly walks outside, throwing up some kind of small straw doll from his pouch which grows to human size.
*Wanna continue Salem?*
*bet*
"You're fighting with the wrong God, Seeing as how I don't get physically violent.... Let's see, can I draw it out from you?" He says, appearing behind them, sitting on their shoulders. He grabs their head with his paws, 'hmming' softly.
She follows, chuckling softly. "Wow, what is that?"
He swift attempt to move out of their grasp, surprisingly slippery “Oh a pacifist.” He says, dejected “That’s boring, why won’t you just fight me, just this once, I won’t ask to fight again, I promise.”
The straw dummy turns to her “I’m an evil spirit! But this [gp] won’t let me do any evil!” Antonio nods “Caught him a while back, use him for training and occasionally advice.”
*pushing my feelings ever deeper down into the well of soul so… good! 😊*
*That doesn’t sound very good, but I’m not much better am I. It’s good to express your emotions, don’t want to end up like Mob.*
*yeah true*
*Thats what I’m here for man.*
*private and charter schools should be torn down and their funding should be poured into taxes that are meant to support public schools. but the administration is going to ban discussion of gender, race, or orientation in public schools to begin with and sue colleges to build a university of fanaticizing propaganda so why would they care*
*I completely agree, private schools are not good in the slightest, they provide nothing that you cannot just learn in public schools, more making people just weird and arrogant. Administrators are usually too biased to be trusted, not enough people care about the consequences of their actions.*
*i was talking about the executive administration but what you say is correct too*
*Ah I see, but I’d say that it still applies to the context either way.*
*Bro half of last year only half of my computer screen worked, but I was too bashful to ask the tech people for help. I understand computer troubles at least a bit.*
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.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
She looks down at him, brow furrowed. "So, what's the matter, little one? what troubles your little head?" She says, picking out her tea.
“I’m a snake. I don’t do good in the cold. And my marilith ran away.”
the whole chair shifts closer to the fireplace. She mulls on his words, chewing them (metaphorically) while setting her desired tea bag into her mug. "I see... that must be frustrating. My dear Waul has found a marilith near the square, maybe it's yours..."
“Does it have one skeletal arm and the head of a stag?” He asks curiously, leaning forward a little.
"let me ask, dear." she says, holding his face with her paw gently. She thinks for a second. "Yes, that matches his description."
Riotan looks at your hand uncomfortably. “Do you know what a marilith is?”
She pulls it away, frowning softly. She sighs quietly. "Your troubles come not from losing this demon, but from associating yourself with it. Demons are not pets, they are vessels for the Devil."
Riotan glowers up at you. “So what, I just put it down and waste all that crocodile skin?”
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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 laughs ‘That’s what they get for taking your tongue. Who are you, I’m C L E M.’
‘C E R B E R U S. I guess some relation to the three headed dog.’
He smiles ‘Not a fan myself, but that’s fun to know. Interesting name.’
‘Thanks. I like yours.’ He watches the sun as it gets closer to sunset. ‘Is there a devil of the sun? My sister mentioned an uncle being the reason I am this, calling him the foul sun.’
"Cute.." He says, pushing their forehead with a pad. They feel a slight sense of dread."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, except for with me, it will get you probably anything.."
He smiles only wider, beginning to shuffle from foot to foot “Wow, you haven’t even touched me yet and I feel like I’ve made a terrible mistake, fun.”
He quickly walks outside, throwing up some kind of small straw doll from his pouch which grows to human size.
*Wanna continue Salem?*
*bet*
"You're fighting with the wrong God, Seeing as how I don't get physically violent.... Let's see, can I draw it out from you?" He says, appearing behind them, sitting on their shoulders. He grabs their head with his paws, 'hmming' softly.
She follows, chuckling softly. "Wow, what is that?"
He swift attempt to move out of their grasp, surprisingly slippery “Oh a pacifist.” He says, dejected “That’s boring, why won’t you just fight me, just this once, I won’t ask to fight again, I promise.”
The straw dummy turns to her “I’m an evil spirit! But this [gp] won’t let me do any evil!” Antonio nods “Caught him a while back, use him for training and occasionally advice.”
"Alright, i'll do one thing." He says, dashing Infront of them, placing a paw on his chest. Con check, if fail, take 2d4 holy damage.
"Uncle Simon?" She says, tilting her head, an obvious ploy to approach it.
Con save:12
He hops back, taking a combat stance, a smile on his face as his blue eyes begin to shimmer slightly, the air around them becoming blurred, making an ace kick. To hit:31 Damage:4
Claws of straw come from the doll, but Antonio immediately sticks some nails into it, propelled by his hammer “It will kill you if it gets the chance.”
*I completely agree, private schools are not good in the slightest, they provide nothing that you cannot just learn in public schools, more making people just weird and arrogant. Administrators are usually too biased to be trusted, not enough people care about the consequences of their actions.*
Riotan looks at your hand uncomfortably. “Do you know what a marilith is?”
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 was talking about the executive administration but what you say is correct too*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*man... Best buy really wants me to start crying RN.*
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 swift attempt to move out of their grasp, surprisingly slippery “Oh a pacifist.” He says, dejected “That’s boring, why won’t you just fight me, just this once, I won’t ask to fight again, I promise.”
The straw dummy turns to her “I’m an evil spirit! But this [gp] won’t let me do any evil!” Antonio nods “Caught him a while back, use him for training and occasionally advice.”
*me and my broken ahh computer mouse can agree with you wholeheartedly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ah I see, but I’d say that it still applies to the context either way.*
He smiles ‘Not a fan myself, but that’s fun to know. Interesting name.’
*Computer mice are weird tbh. It's either really good or really bad.*
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
*Bro half of last year only half of my computer screen worked, but I was too bashful to ask the tech people for help. I understand computer troubles at least a bit.*
Riotan glowers up at you. “So what, I just put it down and waste all that crocodile skin?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yo would you mind snipping that rp? If it’s too much than sorry for asking.*
‘Thanks. I like yours.’ He watches the sun as it gets closer to sunset. ‘Is there a devil of the sun? My sister mentioned an uncle being the reason I am this, calling him the foul sun.’
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Con save:12
He hops back, taking a combat stance, a smile on his face as his blue eyes begin to shimmer slightly, the air around them becoming blurred, making an ace kick. To hit:31 Damage:4
Claws of straw come from the doll, but Antonio immediately sticks some nails into it, propelled by his hammer “It will kill you if it gets the chance.”
Rio bursts out laughing. “Heheheheheh, it’s WAY too late for that!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.