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.
“Neat! What does that let you do?”
“Well, I only know Azuth and Rillifane personally, but I don’t assume there’d be much of an effect. Gods defy normal rules of magic and physics.”
She picks her fangs “It allows me turn myself into stars, and do more, I haven’t had the time to see. This town seems peaceful enough, so I might just get the chance here.”
She nods slowly, understanding “Yes normally, but this is a true law of the universe from what I understand. It is the location of life itself, maybe I’m simply too curious in this case.”
“Chance for…?”
“No such thing as too curious, my lass. But it is rather late, so I’d like to conclude this mini-lesson for the day.” Thirteen smiles at Paracelsus wearily.
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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.
*Go ahead bro. Feel lucky you live in a state where it’s legal. I’d have to drive to Virginia and there ain’t no way I’m stepping back in that hellhole*
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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.
“Neat! What does that let you do?”
“Well, I only know Azuth and Rillifane personally, but I don’t assume there’d be much of an effect. Gods defy normal rules of magic and physics.”
She picks her fangs “It allows me turn myself into stars, and do more, I haven’t had the time to see. This town seems peaceful enough, so I might just get the chance here.”
She nods slowly, understanding “Yes normally, but this is a true law of the universe from what I understand. It is the location of life itself, maybe I’m simply too curious in this case.”
“Chance for…?”
“No such thing as too curious, my lass. But it is rather late, so I’d like to conclude this mini-lesson for the day.” Thirteen smiles at Paracelsus wearily.
She downs another “A chance to practice, a chance to live life without being on the run, maybe even the chance to fall in love if I’m lucky.” She says wistfully.
She nods “Of course, it is getting pretty late, and I think the coffee’s wearing off.” She walks over to her bed in the corner, waving them out “Good night.” Falling asleep as soon as her eyes close.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Mn, I is tired mate.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*It's marijuana. I understand there is a stigma to it but it helps me.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*i give up. but then again i base things off of smell. if it smells bad it most likely is bad so that eliminates most of the 'bad' stuff*
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
*I mean… Bob Marley was all about that sort of thing so I wouldn’t say it’s all bad.*
“Chance for…?”
“No such thing as too curious, my lass. But it is rather late, so I’d like to conclude this mini-lesson for the day.” Thirteen smiles at Paracelsus wearily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Go ahead bro. Feel lucky you live in a state where it’s legal. I’d have to drive to Virginia and there ain’t no way I’m stepping back in that hellhole*
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 downs another “A chance to practice, a chance to live life without being on the run, maybe even the chance to fall in love if I’m lucky.” She says wistfully.
She nods “Of course, it is getting pretty late, and I think the coffee’s wearing off.” She walks over to her bed in the corner, waving them out “Good night.” Falling asleep as soon as her eyes close.
*I wanna RP.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*so do i*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Right here if you want to rp with me.*
*well isnt that wonderful! have fun you two!*
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
*jester cut*
“Ooh, what are you on the run from?”
Thirteen heads out and back into the Inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*well atleast mescaline is still on the table*
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 sighs, looking to the ceiling, “Do you know Sparrow Valentine? If so, you’ll likely know who.”
Rio’s expression suddenly sours. “Yes. I do know him.”
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 nods “Yes, then you know who, luckily I’m not exactly weak enough to get caught just yet.”
“Good. I’ve had my fair share of pursuers too, mostly violent zealots acting in the name of ‘good’ or ‘justice’.” He grumbles.
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 chuckles “Zealots don’t end up having enough strength to beat anyone like you do they?” She downs another, beginning to finally feel something.
*lawrence you still here?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]