Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
She looks up, glaring at him from under her stringy brown hair. Dark circles ring her eyes.
Home opens the door and tilts his head "Oh, yo. What's good?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied, battered, and unconscious.
Mauric steps outside to grab some basil from his roof garden and sees Felix. “Oh God no…” He rushes over, looking horrified.
He has many fourth burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. By all means he should be dead several times over. He does not stir, but he has a pulse and yet draws unsteady breath.
“Ohhhh…” Mauric groans, casting cure wounds in a third level spell slot, healing 6 hit points of damage.
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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.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
She looks up, glaring at him from under her stringy brown hair. Dark circles ring her eyes.
Home opens the door and tilts his head "Oh, yo. What's good?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
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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 has many fourth burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. By all means he should be dead several times over. He does not stir, but he has a pulse and yet draws unsteady breath.
“Ohhhh…” Mauric groans, casting cure wounds in a third level spell slot, healing 6 hit points of damage.
Felix twitches. An eye flutters halfway open. "Hhhh..." blood gurgles in his throat and spills out his tattered mouth before he spits. "Have you ever cooked for a... fff-f-fire giant, Mauric?" He stares for a second, before somehow sinking down even further. "I can't feel my arm..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He has many fourth burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. By all means he should be dead several times over. He does not stir, but he has a pulse and yet draws unsteady breath.
“Ohhhh…” Mauric groans, casting cure wounds in a third level spell slot, healing 6 hit points of damage.
Felix twitches. An eye flutters halfway open. "Hhhh..." blood gurgles in his throat and spills out his tattered mouth before he spits. "Have you ever cooked for a... fff-f-fire giant, Mauric?" He stares for a second, before somehow sinking down even further. "I can't feel my arm..."
Mauric attempts to stop the flow of blood and slightly elevate Felix’s feet, rolling him onto his back to prevent shock.
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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.
She hands Zeony a change of clothes. "Take a shower, freshen up, change, and then i'll sew your neck."
*cute name* Zeony does as she's told and emerges shortly after, looking like a clean corpse mixed with a mop dipped in cherry cool-aid *can you tell I'm tired?*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felix twitches. An eye flutters halfway open. "Hhhh..." blood gurgles in his throat and spills out his tattered mouth before he spits. "Have you ever cooked for a... fff-f-fire giant, Mauric?" He stares for a second, before somehow sinking down even further. "I can't feel my arm..."
Mauric attempts to stop the flow of blood and slightly elevate Felix’s feet, rolling him onto his back to prevent shock.
"I heard... you got married... Wish I could have... seen... it..." He reaches for a pocket, only to find nothing. "Gone..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
She looks up, glaring at him from under her stringy brown hair. Dark circles ring her eyes.
Home opens the door and tilts his head "Oh, yo. What's good?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*you're tweakin more than me, and i'm high as fck*
*it's called having adhd and depression ₐᵗ ᵗₕₑ ₛₐₘₑ ᵗⁱₘₑ
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felix twitches. An eye flutters halfway open. "Hhhh..." blood gurgles in his throat and spills out his tattered mouth before he spits. "Have you ever cooked for a... fff-f-fire giant, Mauric?" He stares for a second, before somehow sinking down even further. "I can't feel my arm..."
Mauric attempts to stop the flow of blood and slightly elevate Felix’s feet, rolling him onto his back to prevent shock.
"I heard... you got married... Wish I could have... seen... it..." He reaches for a pocket, only to find nothing. "Gone..."
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Mauric frantically mutters, casting cure wounds again. 17 hit points of damage are healed.
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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.
She hands Zeony a change of clothes. "Take a shower, freshen up, change, and then i'll sew your neck."
*cute name* Zeony does as she's told and emerges shortly after, looking like a clean corpse mixed with a mop dipped in cherry cool-aid *can you tell I'm tired?*
*yeah....*
While she's away, Aeris realizes something.. "You need to go back.... this... I shouldn't have done this." She says, pulling her hair.
"Back where?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*does anybody else wanna rp? I don't wanna ignore anyone.*
*Here are the characters the wheel picked.*
Amphitrite is training with her shortswords, a spinning scaly whirlwind of steel to cut down wooden dummies.
Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
Near her is Reese, training with a revolver.
"You know, those are bad for you." A large polar bear woman says, standing on the edge of the gutter. "Come into the cafe, dear, it's cold."
"You know, the sooner you admit that you messed up, the sooner you can leave"
Amphrite narrows her large red eyes, slithering over there "Hello Reese, what is that?" She points to the gun.
Anna bares her sharp teeth, looking up from under her stringy brown hair. Darks circles ring her eyes "No. (GP) off lady."
"Why would I?" He says, tilting his head.
She opens the cylinder, dumping out the spent rounds and setting it down. "I'm learning to use different weapons, so that nobody expects what i'm gonna use!" She says excitedly.
"Alright, love..." She says, walking back inside. Soon, a warm fluffy blanket fall over Anna.
"To escape this hell you've produced for yourself?" Salem says, floating upside down.
She tilts her head, her tongue flicking out "Any attacker should be ready for whatever weapon is provided."
Anna thrashes about, standing up in fear. She pulls out her dagger, looking around.
"Mn..this house made itself, it just feeds off of me." He shrugs
"Oh yeah, try me, how are you gonna fight against this?" She says, pulling out a comically large, sharpened spoon from a pocket dimension.
She does not see Yuki, as they have gone inside.
"You do realize you're what's anchoring me to this realm, yeah?"
Amphitrite summons three steam mephits, two water weirds, and five sprites. She then pulls out her bloodbane sword and tilts her head "Fairly well I should say."
She throws off the blanket, curling back up and crying, overstimulated.
"Yep. Unfortunately."
The spoon dissapears, as does the gun. "Quick on your hinds. I like it." She says, nodding.
"What ever am I to do with you?" Yuki says gently, scooping them up. Upon contact, Anna can tell she has only the best of intentions.
"Just one problem, and I can go, legally! Like, doesn't even have to be your mental stuff..." Salem says before sighing
"More like I can predict movement dear. I personally trained Ares, the God of the Wars." She mutters.
Anna thrashes in her arms but isn't able to go very far.
Home raises a brow "Why are you here again?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Ohhhh…” Mauric groans, casting cure wounds in a third level spell slot, healing 6 hit points of damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*lets keep this pg, kay?*
they follow as they were meant to
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix twitches. An eye flutters halfway open. "Hhhh..." blood gurgles in his throat and spills out his tattered mouth before he spits. "Have you ever cooked for a... fff-f-fire giant, Mauric?" He stares for a second, before somehow sinking down even further. "I can't feel my arm..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*cuz i'm ~APOTH~*
*Yes she's apoth*
WOo!
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Mauric attempts to stop the flow of blood and slightly elevate Felix’s feet, rolling him onto his back to prevent shock.
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 name*
Zeony does as she's told and emerges shortly after, looking like a clean corpse mixed with a mop dipped in cherry cool-aid
*can you tell I'm tired?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I heard... you got married... Wish I could have... seen... it..." He reaches for a pocket, only to find nothing. "Gone..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*it's called having adhd and depression ₐᵗ ᵗₕₑ ₛₐₘₑ ᵗⁱₘₑ
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Mauric frantically mutters, casting cure wounds again. 17 hit points of damage are healed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Back where?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"More like I can predict movement dear. I personally trained Ares, the God of the Wars." She mutters.
Anna thrashes in her arms but isn't able to go very far.
Home raises a brow "Why are you here again?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]