When they arrive at the inn, Riotan sits down heavily and imbibes at a similar pace.
“No thank you… Now, aside from a few pockets of habitable space that form by chance in these Energetic Planes, nothing is indigenous to them. However, the only kinds of beings that can exist in the Positive and Negative are constructs and undead. Why would you think that is?”
What appear to be tattoos, shaped like constellations, made of void like substances shift along her body into view as she drinks, able to hold her liquor very well, paying generously for each.
She drinks some of the coffee once it cools, sitting back down "Hmm, I wouldn't know how the undead could exist in the positive plane, but most constructs like souls as well as cells. Therefore they likely cannot be overwhelmed by the surge of life energy. Would that be correct?"
*If you want to continue,*
“Say, how do you do that?”
“Close about the cell part, but not entirely correct. It’s because the way the Positive Plane affects mortals is the same as that of healing magic. Neither undead nor construct can benefit from healing.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yeah, I did. I can look like just about anyone, and I can also look like this!” He snaps his fingers again and his scales fall off once more, revealing thin air beneath it.
He panicks, looking around for the "cute guy who bought me a beer!"
Rio quickly reforms. “Calm down, calm down!”
Zephyr huffs, bapping them, leaving a note with a few choice words on it.
“I love a man with an extensive vocabulary.” He chuckles.
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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.
When they arrive at the inn, Riotan sits down heavily and imbibes at a similar pace.
“No thank you… Now, aside from a few pockets of habitable space that form by chance in these Energetic Planes, nothing is indigenous to them. However, the only kinds of beings that can exist in the Positive and Negative are constructs and undead. Why would you think that is?”
What appear to be tattoos, shaped like constellations, made of void like substances shift along her body into view as she drinks, able to hold her liquor very well, paying generously for each.
She drinks some of the coffee once it cools, sitting back down "Hmm, I wouldn't know how the undead could exist in the positive plane, but most constructs like souls as well as cells. Therefore they likely cannot be overwhelmed by the surge of life energy. Would that be correct?"
*If you want to continue,*
“Say, how do you do that?”
“Close about the cell part, but not entirely correct. It’s because the way the Positive Plane affects mortals is the same as that of healing magic. Neither undead nor construct can benefit from healing.”
She turns, looking down to them “Doin’ what sweetheart?”
“Hmm, that makes more sense, especially in the context of it being called the Positive plane. What would happen if a god were to go to either of the planes what would happen?”
Lacai approaches, interested. "ooh, where'd you get that little trinket?" he says pointing to the game
*but James and jax.... [fake sobbing]* "heya, need some new rags?"
He waves to the man, taking a drag.
He looks up from his game, startled "Uhhh, I got it from..." He begins to blank out "Where did I get it from?"
*James is a bad person!* He turns, scratching his beard "That wouldn't be terrible."
He waves back to him, his hands covered in blood as he blows smoke "Hey."
He tilts his head, concerned. "You good?..."
"I have plenty, all made by me! Though, you don't look half bad in what you got."
He makes the symbol with his hands that denotes being mute.
He gets a blank look before focusing “Oh yeah, I made it myself.”
He nods and moves closer to them, flattered slightly “Thanks, but these are my work clothes. You got something that works well in a crowd? Nothing special?”
He nods, despite how he looks knowing sign language “Hey, you really mute?”
When they arrive at the inn, Riotan sits down heavily and imbibes at a similar pace.
“No thank you… Now, aside from a few pockets of habitable space that form by chance in these Energetic Planes, nothing is indigenous to them. However, the only kinds of beings that can exist in the Positive and Negative are constructs and undead. Why would you think that is?”
What appear to be tattoos, shaped like constellations, made of void like substances shift along her body into view as she drinks, able to hold her liquor very well, paying generously for each.
She drinks some of the coffee once it cools, sitting back down "Hmm, I wouldn't know how the undead could exist in the positive plane, but most constructs like souls as well as cells. Therefore they likely cannot be overwhelmed by the surge of life energy. Would that be correct?"
*If you want to continue,*
“Say, how do you do that?”
“Close about the cell part, but not entirely correct. It’s because the way the Positive Plane affects mortals is the same as that of healing magic. Neither undead nor construct can benefit from healing.”
She turns, looking down to them “Doin’ what sweetheart?”
“Hmm, that makes more sense, especially in the context of it being called the Positive plane. What would happen if a god were to go to either of the planes what would happen?”
“The, uh, tattoo thing.” He points at her tricep.
“…No idea. I’ve only met a few gods, and I doubt any I know of would be willing to risk permanent death for academia. Unfortunately.”
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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.
When they arrive at the inn, Riotan sits down heavily and imbibes at a similar pace.
“No thank you… Now, aside from a few pockets of habitable space that form by chance in these Energetic Planes, nothing is indigenous to them. However, the only kinds of beings that can exist in the Positive and Negative are constructs and undead. Why would you think that is?”
What appear to be tattoos, shaped like constellations, made of void like substances shift along her body into view as she drinks, able to hold her liquor very well, paying generously for each.
She drinks some of the coffee once it cools, sitting back down "Hmm, I wouldn't know how the undead could exist in the positive plane, but most constructs like souls as well as cells. Therefore they likely cannot be overwhelmed by the surge of life energy. Would that be correct?"
*If you want to continue,*
“Say, how do you do that?”
“Close about the cell part, but not entirely correct. It’s because the way the Positive Plane affects mortals is the same as that of healing magic. Neither undead nor construct can benefit from healing.”
She turns, looking down to them “Doin’ what sweetheart?”
“Hmm, that makes more sense, especially in the context of it being called the Positive plane. What would happen if a god were to go to either of the planes what would happen?”
“The, uh, tattoo thing.” He points at her tricep.
“…No idea. I’ve only met a few gods, and I doubt any I know of would be willing to risk permanent death for academia. Unfortunately.”
There is a moving constellation of an archer there on her defined tricep “Oh that? I’m a Druid of the stars, just with some special stuff with it.”
“So the gods you know wouldn’t risk their lives for the knowledge that may be gained from the experience? Unfortunate indeed.” She sighs, finish her coffee.
“Yeah, I did. I can look like just about anyone, and I can also look like this!” He snaps his fingers again and his scales fall off once more, revealing thin air beneath it.
He panicks, looking around for the "cute guy who bought me a beer!"
Rio quickly reforms. “Calm down, calm down!”
Zephyr huffs, bapping them, leaving a note with a few choice words on it.
“I love a man with an extensive vocabulary.” He chuckles.
He sighs, leaning against them and purring deeply.
Rio leans back too, hugging him loosely.
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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 looks up from his game, startled "Uhhh, I got it from..." He begins to blank out "Where did I get it from?"
*James is a bad person!* He turns, scratching his beard "That wouldn't be terrible."
He waves back to him, his hands covered in blood as he blows smoke "Hey."
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.)
“Say, how do you do that?”
“Close about the cell part, but not entirely correct. It’s because the way the Positive Plane affects mortals is the same as that of healing magic. Neither undead nor construct can benefit from healing.”
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 love a man with an extensive vocabulary.” He chuckles.
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 turns, looking down to them “Doin’ what sweetheart?”
“Hmm, that makes more sense, especially in the context of it being called the Positive plane. What would happen if a god were to go to either of the planes what would happen?”
He gets a blank look before focusing “Oh yeah, I made it myself.”
He nods and moves closer to them, flattered slightly “Thanks, but these are my work clothes. You got something that works well in a crowd? Nothing special?”
He nods, despite how he looks knowing sign language “Hey, you really mute?”
“The, uh, tattoo thing.” He points at her tricep.
“…No idea. I’ve only met a few gods, and I doubt any I know of would be willing to risk permanent death for academia. Unfortunately.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a moving constellation of an archer there on her defined tricep “Oh that? I’m a Druid of the stars, just with some special stuff with it.”
“So the gods you know wouldn’t risk their lives for the knowledge that may be gained from the experience? Unfortunate indeed.” She sighs, finish her coffee.
He looks up to their face “Well… I could make more of them, hypothetical.”
He nods “If you’ve got a place I can rest for a while until the heat dies down that would be a blessing.”
He blows his own smoke, walking over to stand next to them, signing “Mind if I stand here?”
Rio leans back too, hugging him loosely.
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 finally got back home! I am not longer stuck on the friggin beltway.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*beltway?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He rubs his pale skin, thinking to himself “Probably, that depends on how you want to get the materials.”
He follows after them, just trying to keep himself from being recognized.
He nods, smiling slightly, revealing fangs, blowing smoke, just looking at the clouds pass.
*Highway.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good to have you back Wendi, we missed ya.*
*how high were you?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues