Ichigo is sitting outside, having breakfast. He somehow eats despite not really having a real form under the armor. He appears to be eating rice porridge with a bit of seaweed sprinkled in. His blade and Kanabō sit beside him on the ground, freshly sharpened. The Oni has his hood down for the first time in forever, the snarling toothy mask covers his face still.
Tidus has returned today. The slightly chubby cat Cherub is helping some old woman by letting her him. He preens his wings and purrs contently.
Father Luciano is in the temple, writing down a list of things he needs to pick up from the shops today. The priest is dressed in rather civilian clothes today, a grey sweater, a long grey skirt, and a light forest green cardigan.
A small campfire flickers in the distance.
Ichigo looks up, tilting his head. He stands away, walking towards it.
Zen is sitting by the fire meditating. His sword lays in his lap.
Ichigo narrows his eyes behind the mask. The insects crawl out from between the cracks, scuttling over silently to him.
Zen opens his eyes, looking at him. "can I help you?" he asks quietly.
"What.. are you.. doing?" It asks
"Meditation. it helps focus my mind. Would you like to join me?" he asks kindly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Good morning y'all. I love spending half an hour learning about a freakin order form for caps and gowns graduation*
Theren is recovering from his death experience.
Zen is sitting in the woods by a campfire with his eyes closed. He is on alert.
*the concept of caps and gowns is just stupid in every conceivable way*
Caramel slinks over to him.
Thirteen is searching for Zen at the moment, a small band of undead following him. His sword radiates a strange light.
*Yep*
Theren smiles at the cat.
Zen cracks open an eye, smothering the fire
<Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?>
He can hear ragged breathing and the crunching of leaves from at least a dozen meters away. Unfortunately for both sides, the autumn-afflicted trees won’t provide much cover without their foliage.
"Died yesterday. So that was fun."
Zen grumbles to himself, gathering his things quickly
<Oh? In what way?>
Thirteen’s given himself truesight and is scanning the landscape intensely. Perception: 12
Ichigo is sitting outside, having breakfast. He somehow eats despite not really having a real form under the armor. He appears to be eating rice porridge with a bit of seaweed sprinkled in. His blade and Kanabō sit beside him on the ground, freshly sharpened. The Oni has his hood down for the first time in forever, the snarling toothy mask covers his face still.
Tidus has returned today. The slightly chubby cat Cherub is helping some old woman by letting her him. He preens his wings and purrs contently.
Father Luciano is in the temple, writing down a list of things he needs to pick up from the shops today. The priest is dressed in rather civilian clothes today, a grey sweater, a long grey skirt, and a light forest green cardigan.
A small campfire flickers in the distance.
Ichigo looks up, tilting his head. He stands away, walking towards it.
Zen is sitting by the fire meditating. His sword lays in his lap.
Ichigo narrows his eyes behind the mask. The insects crawl out from between the cracks, scuttling over silently to him.
Zen opens his eyes, looking at him. "can I help you?" he asks quietly.
"What.. are you.. doing?" It asks
"Meditation. it helps focus my mind. Would you like to join me?" he asks kindly
"I do.. not need.. focus.. I am.. focused."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Good morning y'all. I love spending half an hour learning about a freakin order form for caps and gowns graduation*
Theren is recovering from his death experience.
Zen is sitting in the woods by a campfire with his eyes closed. He is on alert.
*the concept of caps and gowns is just stupid in every conceivable way*
Caramel slinks over to him.
Thirteen is searching for Zen at the moment, a small band of undead following him. His sword radiates a strange light.
*Yep*
Theren smiles at the cat.
Zen cracks open an eye, smothering the fire
<Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?>
He can hear ragged breathing and the crunching of leaves from at least a dozen meters away. Unfortunately for both sides, the autumn-afflicted trees won’t provide much cover without their foliage.
"Died yesterday. So that was fun."
Zen grumbles to himself, gathering his things quickly
<Oh? In what way?>
Thirteen’s given himself truesight and is scanning the landscape intensely. Perception: 7
"Assassin."
He doesn't see anything. The old remains of a campfire is all he finds. Zen is stalking them. Stealth: 23
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ichigo is sitting outside, having breakfast. He somehow eats despite not really having a real form under the armor. He appears to be eating rice porridge with a bit of seaweed sprinkled in. His blade and Kanabō sit beside him on the ground, freshly sharpened. The Oni has his hood down for the first time in forever, the snarling toothy mask covers his face still.
Tidus has returned today. The slightly chubby cat Cherub is helping some old woman by letting her him. He preens his wings and purrs contently.
Father Luciano is in the temple, writing down a list of things he needs to pick up from the shops today. The priest is dressed in rather civilian clothes today, a grey sweater, a long grey skirt, and a light forest green cardigan.
A small campfire flickers in the distance.
Ichigo looks up, tilting his head. He stands away, walking towards it.
Zen is sitting by the fire meditating. His sword lays in his lap.
Ichigo narrows his eyes behind the mask. The insects crawl out from between the cracks, scuttling over silently to him.
Zen opens his eyes, looking at him. "can I help you?" he asks quietly.
"What.. are you.. doing?" It asks
"Meditation. it helps focus my mind. Would you like to join me?" he asks kindly
"I do.. not need.. focus.. I am.. focused."
"Ah. My apologies friend."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey everybody, how y'all doin'? On an unrelated note, does anyone mind if I steal, no I mean borrow, no yeah I mean steal some ideas? I'm trying to expand what is left of Sparrow's old crew, and I'm feeling drained of ideas right now.*
*-puts arm around shoulder- Well pal. How would ya feel about a thief/assassin and a shinobi?*
*Go to hear you're doin good. As for those, I'll try to come up with somethin, cause those sound like good starts.*
*Okie dokie. By the way, if you looking for new crew members Zen, my assassin. And Dyn, the shinobi I'm working on would be glad to join.*
*Dude I would be absolutely down for you to make characters of your own to join the gang, of course I'll have to give you a rundown on the context, but I'd love it.*
*That is a bet mate. Gimmie a rundown*
*Okay, Magic Wild West, turbulent sandstorms fueled by Wild Magic, the driest deserts anyone's ever had the displeasure of experiencing, and water so rare it's worth as much as gold. The towns that can survive the storms have magic fields around them, and often also have valuable water resevse. Sparrow's crew, although not run by Sparrow as he is just a member along with Thane the Red dragonborn muscle, Grimes the Shifter sniper, the now demon evil Valentine Sisters, and a few others were in a kind of Robin Hood situation, where they stole from those with plenty to give to those in need, which is what the leader of the crew wanted. This rag tag group of people did that for a while, always keeping enough for himself, until the Valentine Sisters got greedy, used some dangerous magic which killed the leader and was supposed to kill Sparrow, now they are after him. The crew has split up, either working with the sisters, by choice or otherwise, or are on the run as well.*
*ooooooo!!! This looks so cool! I'll for sure have them join in!*
*Awesome man, I wasn't trying to make it too clique you know, although, jsyk the sisters usually send people to kill Sparrow or any other member of the crew, level 20 recommended but certainly not necessary.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Shen is meditating, his eyes closed as he seems to eat sushi that pops into existence in front of him. He grabs it with perfect accuracy as it appears around him, chowing down, practicing, and meditating all at the same time.
Aesir sits down against a tree nearby and says "how are you making sushi pop into existence Shen?"
He opens one eyes looking to them as they continues, they chuckle "That wouldn't be me, that's the work of my friend Move."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Hey everybody, how y'all doin'? On an unrelated note, does anyone mind if I steal, no I mean borrow, no yeah I mean steal some ideas? I'm trying to expand what is left of Sparrow's old crew, and I'm feeling drained of ideas right now.*
*-puts arm around shoulder- Well pal. How would ya feel about a thief/assassin and a shinobi?*
*Go to hear you're doin good. As for those, I'll try to come up with somethin, cause those sound like good starts.*
*Okie dokie. By the way, if you looking for new crew members Zen, my assassin. And Dyn, the shinobi I'm working on would be glad to join.*
*Dude I would be absolutely down for you to make characters of your own to join the gang, of course I'll have to give you a rundown on the context, but I'd love it.*
*That is a bet mate. Gimmie a rundown*
*Okay, Magic Wild West, turbulent sandstorms fueled by Wild Magic, the driest deserts anyone's ever had the displeasure of experiencing, and water so rare it's worth as much as gold. The towns that can survive the storms have magic fields around them, and often also have valuable water resevse. Sparrow's crew, although not run by Sparrow as he is just a member along with Thane the Red dragonborn muscle, Grimes the Shifter sniper, the now demon evil Valentine Sisters, and a few others were in a kind of Robin Hood situation, where they stole from those with plenty to give to those in need, which is what the leader of the crew wanted. This rag tag group of people did that for a while, always keeping enough for himself, until the Valentine Sisters got greedy, used some dangerous magic which killed the leader and was supposed to kill Sparrow, now they are after him. The crew has split up, either working with the sisters, by choice or otherwise, or are on the run as well.*
*Oh yeah, and anyone can add to this story if they want to, I'm down for most anything.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Hey everybody, how y'all doin'? On an unrelated note, does anyone mind if I steal, no I mean borrow, no yeah I mean steal some ideas? I'm trying to expand what is left of Sparrow's old crew, and I'm feeling drained of ideas right now.*
*-puts arm around shoulder- Well pal. How would ya feel about a thief/assassin and a shinobi?*
*Go to hear you're doin good. As for those, I'll try to come up with somethin, cause those sound like good starts.*
*Okie dokie. By the way, if you looking for new crew members Zen, my assassin. And Dyn, the shinobi I'm working on would be glad to join.*
*Dude I would be absolutely down for you to make characters of your own to join the gang, of course I'll have to give you a rundown on the context, but I'd love it.*
*That is a bet mate. Gimmie a rundown*
*Okay, Magic Wild West, turbulent sandstorms fueled by Wild Magic, the driest deserts anyone's ever had the displeasure of experiencing, and water so rare it's worth as much as gold. The towns that can survive the storms have magic fields around them, and often also have valuable water resevse. Sparrow's crew, although not run by Sparrow as he is just a member along with Thane the Red dragonborn muscle, Grimes the Shifter sniper, the now demon evil Valentine Sisters, and a few others were in a kind of Robin Hood situation, where they stole from those with plenty to give to those in need, which is what the leader of the crew wanted. This rag tag group of people did that for a while, always keeping enough for himself, until the Valentine Sisters got greedy, used some dangerous magic which killed the leader and was supposed to kill Sparrow, now they are after him. The crew has split up, either working with the sisters, by choice or otherwise, or are on the run as well.*
*ooooooo!!! This looks so cool! I'll for sure have them join in!*
*Awesome man, I wasn't trying to make it too clique you know, although, jsyk the sisters usually send people to kill Sparrow or any other member of the crew, level 20 recommended but certainly not necessary.*
*Okie dokie*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor is inside, gently petting the otyugh plush she stole from the Fell Manor as though it were a dog sitting on her lap.
KK is looking for Charlie, and at the same time, her voice can be heard on the radio reading out cryptic warnings to oddly specific people.
*Greetings, fellow trapped soul! I have to leave in like, a minute, but I'll leave these here for later.*
Felix sits down beside her, not too close, but not too far. He offers her a cupcake designed to look like an otyugh.
Charlie is out in the woods, eating several chocolate bars. He looks up. "What happened? I know something happened. Are you alright?"
*Greetings to you as well! I shall leave these for thine return in turn.*
The cursed being looks over at Felix, carefully taking the cupcake with a grasp as delicate as her vicious claws can muster. "Thank you. It looks wonderful."
KK walks over to him, a faint crackle of static in the air following her like a cloud of flies. "I made a grave mistake, and a deal with a Nightmare Lord. I lost almost everything, I don't know how I can get it back, and the easiest path to take... has a cost of blood."
*This one, right? I left my reply for later as well.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
💜
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Meditation. it helps focus my mind. Would you like to join me?" he asks kindly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
<Oh? In what way?>
Thirteen’s given himself truesight and is scanning the landscape intensely. Perception: 12
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I do.. not need.. focus.. I am.. focused."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Assassin."
He doesn't see anything. The old remains of a campfire is all he finds. Zen is stalking them. Stealth: 23
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. My apologies friend."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Awesome man, I wasn't trying to make it too clique you know, although, jsyk the sisters usually send people to kill Sparrow or any other member of the crew, level 20 recommended but certainly not necessary.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He opens one eyes looking to them as they continues, they chuckle "That wouldn't be me, that's the work of my friend Move."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh yeah, and anyone can add to this story if they want to, I'm down for most anything.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Okie dokie*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I can finally be online!*
*Forever.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Welcome back Baalze, good to see ya again.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Welcome back (forever)! How art thou?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*You too, Jest!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think I might be sick, but I slept well for the first time in ages last night and it was amazing.*
*I posted responses to your intros a while back, I don't know if you saw them. I could pull them up for you, if you'd like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This one, right? I left my reply for later as well.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Okay. Well characters for now*
Theren is in his room playing his guitar.
Zen is stalking Phoenix in town.
-new character-
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good hello you respectably silly lads and lassos*
*Allo :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.